That pitiful gaze made Feng Dai subconsciously furrow her brows, an uncomfortable feeling rising within her.
Ye Yuwei also felt uneasy under such a gaze.
She couldn't help but proudly straighten her belly, thinking, "What qualifications do you have to pity me? You should pity yourself instead."
It was as if she could already see Ning Zijin being cast out by Ye Feng, causing Ye Yuwei to curl her lips smugly.
"Hmm." Ning Zijin said indifferently, about to head upstairs past the two, when suddenly Ye Yuwei staggered, falling onto Feng Dai. Feng Dai quickly supported her, preventing her from tumbling down the stairs.
Ye Yuwei raised a hand to pat her chest, then looked at Ning Zijin with tearful eyes and a pitiful tone, saying, "Young Lady... why did you push me?"
Ning Zijin raised her brows slightly, crossed her arms, and watched Ye Yuwei put on a solo performance with leisure.
