Qin Miaomiao left Liyuan, got straight into the car with a gloomy expression. Little sixth, who was driving, felt a bit of pressure. Back in the day, even facing Ouyang Yan, she was grinning cheekily without a hint of fear, so why was she so angry this time?
"Little sixth, let me ask you, do you have any siblings?"
"Huh?"
"If your dad favored your sister or brother more, would you want to strangle them?"
"Uh...."
"Forget it, asking you is pointless, you wouldn't understand!"
Hey, hey, hey, Young Madam, I didn't say anything at all.
The car door opened, Lu Qing got in, half-cupping her chin, looking left and right:
"Tsk tsk tsk, your eyes are red? What, feeling wronged?"
Qin Miaomiao turned her head away, murmuring, "Why would I feel wronged? Who dares to make me feel wronged?"
"If you feel wronged, then just don't come to Liyuan anymore."
Qin Miaomiao's throat tightened, her mouth moved, but nothing came out.
Lu Qing rubbed her head, chuckled:
