083 White Lotus Loser_1

She had lost count of how many times Yaner had come and gone, and all she knew was that every time Yaner appeared, her heart grew colder, the faces of the women seated beside her grew more complex, and their smiles, hidden though they tried to make them behind their handkerchiefs, could not escape her notice. She could see the mockery on their faces.

It was infuriating. Wait until her Brother Zheng arrived, and see how she would slap these people's faces!

But would Brother Zheng really come? And even if he did, would it be for her?

With these thoughts, Su Qiuyu's grip tightened until her knuckles turned a pitiable shade of white.

Just when she felt she could no longer keep her composure, Yaner finally hurried in.

Before Su Qiuyu could even speak, a woman seated to her right preemptively asked, "Yaner's back again? Which young lady has come to visit this time?"