"Who do you think you are…"
"You're not even fit to carry my shoes…"
Qiao Ruoxi's head buzzed. It was so painful that she was in a daze, as if she had been hit hard.
A woman with a sharp voice was scolding her in her mind. The content was actually very similar to Feng Yunan's words.
Before she could sort out her chaotic thoughts, Feng Yunan had already picked Wen Ke'er up from the ground. Before he left, he said one last thing.
"Qiao Ruoxi, if you dare to cause trouble for Ke'er or insult her and hurt her again, I will definitely not let you off."
The man carried Wen Ke'er into the elevator. Wen Ke'er lay in his arms meekly, and no one noticed the smug look on her face.
After the elevator door closed, Qiao Ruoxi's thin body swayed. It was thanks to Tang Yebing that she did not fall.
Feng Yunan's words pierced through her heart like thousands of poisonous arrows.
She could feel the pain.