Qu Lin, who was chatting happily with Yin Xun a moment ago, turned to look at Qu Lu. Her expression instantly changed to one of disdain. Her face was filled with impatience.
Qu Lu looked very afraid of Qu Lin. She explained weakly, "No, it's not that. I just haven't had the chance to say it yet."
The relationship between the two sisters was a bit unusual. Yin Xun raised her eyebrows in surprise. Something was wrong—from the looks of it, their relationship seemed to be worse than hers and Yin Mo's.
"Then tell me. Didn't I give you a chance?" Qu Lin urged impatiently.
"I, I…" Qu Lu looked very nervous. She could not utter a complete sentence for a long time, which made Qu Lin even more impatient.
She flashed a disgusted expression and said, "Qu Lu, why are you pretending to be a pitiful white flower in front of me? Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are?"