What's wrong with Leng Ran? He suddenly went through a big makeover. It's obviously just for fun!
After Xiaohong and Xiaolu put down their books,
Xiao Hong said to Yaoyao again: "Young Mistress, Master has taken care of me. Young Mistress can move back to the bedroom at any time, but you have to take these books with you, take a good look at them, and read them!"
Yaoyao curled her lips indifferently, and the corners of her mouth twitched quietly,
Xiaolu even gloated: "Young lady, you have to be prepared, the master will come to check at any time!"
Yaoyao glanced at Xiaolu with dissatisfaction. She really didn't understand where this maid's hostility towards her came from. Yaoyao couldn't remember anything she had done to feel sorry for her!
Xiaolu couldn't stand Yaoyao's eyes that looked like a smile but not a smile, so she finally turned her face knowingly, turned her back and pouted towards Yaoyao,
Xiaohong looked at Yaoyao and said sincerely: "Young mistress, how about we move back to the bedroom? This ancestral hall is so gloomy that it can't accommodate anyone!"
Xiao Hong looked at the dark tablets timidly and spoke in a low voice.
Yaoyao glanced at the ancestral hall disapprovingly, and said calmly: "I think this place is quite good, clean!"
"But..." Xiaohong seemed to want to say something else,
Yaoyao turned her head and interrupted impatiently: "It's nothing to worry about, I already know it. You go down first, I won't go back for the time being!"
Since it was Leng Haofeng who asked to close the ancestral hall, I thought, no matter what Yaoyao said, I had to show him the right behavior!
Xiaohong and Xiaolu didn’t say much and left wisely.
Yes, the ancestral hall is not a good place. It would be unlucky to stay here any longer!
Yaoyao and Leng Haofeng were obviously angry about their bet. After Xiao Hong, Xiao Lu and the two maids retreated,
Yaoyao glanced at the books a few times, picked up the book angrily, and tore it into pieces...
Maybe tearing the book into pieces can vent Yaoyao's unhappiness.
After a while, those books were all torn into pieces by Yaoyao.
Yaoyao raised her eyes and looked at the falling paper scraps flying all over the sky. She felt a sense of destruction in her heart, which spread throughout her limbs.