A chair was thrown over, missing its mark, not hitting Ma Zilan, but it frightened her quite a bit.
She ran while cursing, and her words were very unpleasant.
Xu Qinghuan had been paying attention to the commotion; upon hearing the curses, she quickly came out and blocked Ma Zilan, "What are you cursing about? Curse one more time, and I'll make sure you can never curse again."
Startled by the sudden voice, Ma Zilan turned around and saw it was Xu Qinghuan, quickly speaking, "Qinghuan, your stepbrother is ill. Come with me and help him."
Jiang Xingye became anxious as soon as Ma Zilan spoke, rushing over, Xu Qinghuan grabbed his wrist, and his restless heart instantly calmed down.
"Ill?" Xu Qinghuan laughed, "Is it the kind of illness that renders him useless?"
The commotion drew a crowd, even Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang came over, and upon hearing this, the whole place buzzed with amazement.
