Little sixth and Little seventh exchanged a glance. When Young Master Lu and Young Madam threw tantrums at each other, weren't they the ones to suffer?
"Right, right, you're absolutely right."
Qin Miaomiao wiped her hand angrily, pulled the quilt over herself, and with a face full of frustration said, "The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Sleep!"
Their cold war officially began!
Lu Qing, meanwhile, had his hands full dealing with company matters, keeping tabs on Ouyang Yan, managing the business partnership with George, all while half his attention remained fixed on Qin Miaomiao. But this woman refused to learn her lesson. He absolutely had to make her understand: he couldn't bear losing her a second time—it would drive him mad.
On the other hand, Qin Miaomiao thought this was just an accident. She wasn't some saint who would casually take a bullet for someone.
What if the one who got hurt was Lu Qing?
