To My Dear Mr. Huo

Let's see, Su Qingsang really thought that if she appeared here, she would get the approval of other people here? Do you really think you can be a prince by wearing a dragon robe? ridiculous. Innocent.

"Apologize." Su Qingsang looked at Chou Junjiao with a calm voice.

"What did you say?" Chou Junjiao's eyes widened, as if he didn't hear her words clearly.

"I said, sorry."

Qiu Junjiao pretended to laugh twice, turned around and glanced at Luo Meishan and Song Youhe beside her. They were just watching from a distance, but now they saw that Qiu Junjiao had bumped into her, and they came over.

"Have you noticed? Some people have changed their identities, and their personalities will also change."

Luo Meishan stood on the side and smiled: "That's natural, after all, some people used to be crows, but now they fly to the branches and think they are phoenixes."

"Isn't it?" Song Youhe also covered her lips and smiled lightly, and glanced at Su Qingsang: "Unfortunately, some of these people actually flew up to the branches, but they are still crows and cannot become phoenixes."

Su Qingsang could tell now that these two women were here to find fault.

Li Qianxue, who was chatting with someone in the distance, naturally also saw the conflict here. She frowned slightly, but she didn't want to care.

If Su Qingsang couldn't handle even a small embarrassment, Huo Jinyao would soon get tired of such a useless woman.

Su Qingsang sensed the stares from all around her, and she was still holding the glass of fruit juice that was half-squeezed, so she looked at Chou Junjiao like this: "Miss Chou looks like this, doesn't she intend to do it for herself? Apologize for your behavior?"

"What did you say? Apologize? Why should I apologize?" Chou Junjiao spread her hands, her expression a little arrogant: "I'm so sorry, I'm not in the habit of apologizing."

"Really?" Su Qingsang nodded, looked at Chou Junjiao's face, and before she could react, poured the glass of juice on her body.

On Qiu Junjiao's chest, at the same spot where Su Qingsang was wet with fruit juice.

"You—" Qiu Junjiao stared at Su Qingsang with wide eyes, and couldn't believe that such a little illegitimate daughter dared to be so arrogant: "Su Qingsang, how dare you?"

"Why don't I dare?" Su Qingsang stood upright, her straight back and her slightly raised jaw all showed her pride.

Chou Jun was so coquettish, she raised the wine glass in her hand and wanted to throw it back on Su Qingsang, but Su Qingsang grabbed her hand faster than her.

Then I saw her snatch the wine glass from her hand with a fairly quick movement, and directly poured the glass of wine on her face.

Chou Junjiao's eyes were closed while the red wine was mixed with the noodles. She lost her elegance and wiped her face a few times indiscriminately. The face was dried, but the stain was still there, and it was wet and uncomfortable. What made her even more angry was that she had been humiliated.

She stared at Su Qingsang angrily: "Su Qingsang, how dare you?"

Su Qingsang put the wine glass on the table next to him: "Yes, I dare."

She dared to come up to her and shame her, so why should she save face for her?

Qiu Junjiao's chest heaved violently, and without thinking, she raised her hand to slap Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang took a step back, not wanting to be hit by Qiu Junjiao. Chou Junjiao's hand missed, and she stepped forward again, she was bound to teach Su Qingsang a lesson.

Only this time, someone grabbed her hand. She turned her face away coldly, but what caught her eyes was someone she hadn't expected.

One more. . .