A weight of eighty or ninety pounds wasn't something Wang Baiqian could just knock over if she wanted to.
Because Wang Baiqian was wearing a short skirt, her knees and below were bare, and she accidentally bumped her left foot against the base of the flower basket, causing her so much pain that she nearly couldn't stand on her feet.
But in order to keep up the act, she had to endure the pain and angrily said, "Which blind fool put this pile of trash here in the way?"
Her sharp voice, filled with anger, sounded a bit like she was making a scene, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
Wen Meimei frowned slightly, turned her head to look at Wang Baiqian who was intentionally picking a fight, and said with a crooked smile, "Wang Baiqian, the flowers don't have eyes, but don't you either?"
"You are the one without eyes. Hurry up and get this pile of trash out of the way, I need to get through here!"