Two voices, with different tones and degrees of anger, but the same manner, were firing at Xia Qingqian. The smile on Xia Qingqian's face suddenly disappeared, her face turned sullen, and the corners of her mouth kept twitching.
When Beitang Yao and Mario finished speaking, they turned to look at each other and pointed at each other, frowning, "Why are you mimicking me?"
Heh... What was this about? One big, one small, was it really necessary to be like this? They were men, yet how could they be so crude to a gentle and beautiful woman like a flower?
"What's wrong with you? Uncle Quan is hungry, let's go eat..." Xia Qingqian quickly walked to Uncle Quan's side, holding one of his arms, she said softly.
"Then you all go eat first, I have something to do, I'll be leaving." The wealthy lady felt something was off here and thought it was best to leave.
