Bu Qingqing suddenly stopped talking.
It was the first time Wen Meimei had talked about her origins, and she didn't feel much about it, just that she might have talked too much.
This topic, damn it's boring.
It was a long while before Bu Qingqing replied, "Madam, have you talked about these things with the young master?"
Rampaging Sister: "Why should I tell him such things? They're pointless."
Bu Qingqing: "I think you should communicate more with the young master, let him understand you better."
Tch...
Wen Meimei scoffed.
Rampaging Sister: "Girl, don't you think it's despicable for a woman to rely on a man's pity to get by?"
Bu Qingqing: "Madam, don't sell yourself short."
Rampaging Sister: "Going to sleep now, good night."
Wen Meimei really didn't want to go on talking with this girl.
Little Qingqing always wanted her to lower her stance, act pathetic to please Qiao the King of Hell, but she simply wasn't that type of person, she couldn't do it if she couldn't.