Bian Qiaoqiao knocked on the door with great force, but there was no response. Knowing that Bian Chengfeng was unwilling to help, she clenched her delicate fists tightly. With the reputation and life of Nangong Liuli at stake, how could she easily give up? So she decided to seek Bian Bianyun again.
Bian Bianyun was cold by nature. He only helped Bian Qiaoqiao out of kinship. Seeing her entangled again with this matter, he wouldn't pay any attention to it. Annoyed by her persistence, he simply expelled her from the guest room.
After being rejected repeatedly, Bian Qiaoqiao felt a bone-chilling coldness deep in her heart, experiencing the warmth and coldness of human relations for the first time. She thought: 'If only I could get the help of Sister Ranran, that would be better than those two brothers. If Sister Ranran was willing to go with me to eradicate the Flower Thief from a thousand miles away, she would surely agree when I plead with her.'
