Rong Qingqing finally found some peace and quiet around three in the afternoon.
She was truly exhausted.
Mostly because Rong Qingqing didn't recognize the Rong Family's relatives, so she had to guess and probe her way through, barely managing to deal with everyone without making a mistake.
"I'm dead tired." Rong Qingqing dragged a chair and sat next to Shen Jue, turning to call a servant to pour her a cup of tea, but being so thirsty she couldn't help it, she grabbed Shen Jue's cup and downed the tea in one gulp.
"I should've brought my wheelchair with me." Rong Qingqing felt she had really miscalculated today, "I should've pretended to have broken my leg a few days ago and just hosted guests in a wheelchair today."
Rong Qingqing glanced at Shen Jue, her eyes truly filled with envy.
No one dared to approach Shen Jue, so she had to deal with everyone.
