Even if she had to offend Wang Xueyun, she was ready to do it today.
Not only because these people behaved arrogantly in front of Xiaobing, but more so because every word they said was like poking at her sore spot.
"Who just said that my Yimo and Miss Wang are getting along?" Zhong Lingling's face turned pale with anger as she asked.
Her eyes were still slightly red, and her brows were tightly furrowed. It was evident that she had reached the peak of her anger.
After enduring for a month, the moment she heard these rumours again, she felt like she was about to break down.
A few people looked at each other in disbelief, finding it hard to believe that the usually gentle Third Young Madam could also hold grudges.
After all, since the four of them had spoken those words, they all hung their heads, not daring to meet Zhong Lingling's gaze.
