"I'm your elder!" Lu Chunhua's voice rose an octave as she craned her neck to glare at Su Qing. "No matter what, you're still from the younger generation! Don't you raise your voice at me, and stop calling me by my full name. Who taught you to be so rude?"
Lu Chunhua had never liked Su Qing. In the past, before the current Su Qing's arrival, Lu Chunhua would either taunt the original girl or give her a few pinches whenever she saw her. After Su Qing arrived and dealt with the Old Su Family, Lu Chunhua hated her even more. However, given Su Qing's growing ferocity, she didn't dare come looking for trouble.
But today, for the sake of that bottle of medicinal powder, Lu Chunhua thought she could try pulling rank as an elder on Su Qing. If it worked and she actually got the powder, she would be rich.
A powder that could heal the scars on Su Qing's face—even a fool knew it wouldn't be cheap. If she could get her hands on it and sell it, she would strike it rich.
