Zhang Qingqing's face turned pale, her heart full of shame and anger transformed into jealousy.
She looked at the Third Senior Brother, then at Jiang Lai, and with a flick of her sleeve, she turned around and left.
Du Furong quickly chased after her.
"Qingqing, why are you saying this? Jiang Lai hasn't done anything wrong."
Zhang Qingqing cried like a weeping beauty, shaking off Du Furong's hand.
"You grew up with her, so naturally, you speak for her. I'm the only outsider here, and the only fool kept in the dark is you!"
Du Furong frowned, puzzled.
"What are you talking about? Did I offend you?"
"Are you really oblivious or just pretending? The Senior Brother you like actually likes Jiang Lai?"
Once these words were spoken, the Senior Brother, previously calm even when being insulted like a dog, suddenly lost his composure and shook his head repeatedly at Jiang Lai.
"Nonsense, I think of you like my sister."
Zhang Qingqing sneered.
