Could the beating today have damaged her brain?
The great-aunt looked at Rong Yan somewhat inexplicably and felt that her grand-niece was strangely eerie tonight.
Especially those eyes, which were unusually cold.
Feeling uneasy inside, as gamblers tend to be a bit superstitious, she didn't dare to scold her anymore for the moment.
She turned her head and glared at the clumsy one, "Clean this up before you go to sleep. If it's not done well, I'll come to clean you up tomorrow."
After dropping these words, she returned to her own room.
Rong Qiao felt extremely wronged as she looked up at Rong Yan, "...Sister..."
"Just put on a band-aid, it'll be fine. After all..." Rong Yan's expression was cold: "The cut I made on my hand once bled more than you're bleeding now, and I still washed dishes just the same."
Having said this, she turned and went back to her room, casually closing the door behind her.
