"You!" Gu Qian stamped her feet in frustration. How could someone not recognize good intentions? She felt aggrieved for Sister Luoxi.
Seeing her still sitting on the ground, Yan Luoxi, worried she might catch a chill even in summer, leaned over to help her up, but Tian Lingyun harshly shrugged her off, "I don't need your false kindness. All of you get out. I don't want to see you again."
Yan Luoxi pressed her lips together. She wasn't angry and didn't preach any further, "I won't leave. Sweetie, don't sit on the floor. Go to the couch; your health isn't good."
Tian Lingyun snorted, "The weasel wishes the chicken a Happy New Year, harboring ill intentions."
Gu Qian: "You!"
Yan Luoxi shook her head at her. Gu Qian turned away in anger, almost driven to madness by Tian Lingyun. Who would have thought such a good-tempered person would become so extreme?
