Lin Yuan became increasingly frightened as she thought about it and ran to the teahouse with even quicker steps.
However, just as she arrived at the entrance of the teahouse, she encountered an all too familiar silhouette.
Yaner approached her with a sinister smile, raising an eyebrow, "Miss Lin, you finally arrived. My Miss has been waiting for you for quite a while, and it's been tough on her!"
Was it her?!
Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Was it you who took away my little sister?"
Yaner scoffed coldly, "Who else? Miss Lin, you'd better hurry upstairs. Your little sister hasn't eaten breakfast, and she's been waiting for you for so long. Who knows if she has starved to death yet?"
Slap!
Just as the word "death" escaped Yaner's lips, her face was harshly struck by a slap!
"You!" Yaner covered her painfully stricken cheek, glaring furiously at Lin Yuan as if she was about to breathe fire.
Hmph.