Qiao Rui's composure made Qiao Xiang even more furious and, at the same time, particularly guilty.
She felt that Qiao Rui's gaze was a bit too sharp, damn it, she had not only become more beautiful, but her aura had also become so powerful, as if she were looking down upon the world with contempt.
She, a bumpkin lass, really didn't know how high the sky was or how deep the earth was.
This time she failed to get her, and instead, she harmed herself, but Qiao Xiang wasn't disheartened, she swore that someday, she would take down Qiao Rui with her own hands.
Glares fiercely at Qiao Rui, Qiao Xiang didn't take the initiative to disengage from Pei Liyan's embrace but instead clung even more closely to the man's arms, hanging onto his body.
Pei Liyan carried her horizontally to the temporary command center at the cultural center. Naturally, he wouldn't hold her any longer and placed her directly on the chair.