Yuan Qingqing looked at Fan Yuru and asked with concern, "Look at your worried face. Did you encounter some difficulties?"
Fan Yuru sighed, "Let's wait until everyone is here, then I'll tell you."
Yuan Qingqing and Feng Xuejun exchanged glances, nodding without further comment.
Soon, there was another knock on the door.
Fan Yuru sprang up and rushed to open it, "Qingzhi, Shiyu." After calling out, she rushed to embrace Chu Qingzhi, "Qingzhi, I'm facing a problem."
Chu Qingzhi gently patted Fan Yuru's back in consolation, "What happened?"
"Take a seat first." Fan Yuru let go of Chu Qingzhi and pulled the two of them to sit on the stool. She sat at the side and indignantly told her four good sisters what had happened.
Yuan Qingqing clenched her fists, her eyes filled with anger, "Presumptuous!"