Lin Qian's Personal Guidance
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lin Yun couldn't help but roll her eyes under the veil.
Were all women so idiotic these days?
Why were they arguing like children?
Sighing helplessly, Lin Yun sighed helplessly. She had to get them to leave quickly. She still had something to do!
"I'll accept the fruits. Thank you for your kindness," Lin Yun said to Han Fang and took the basket from her.
She then said to Li Jing on the other side, "I'll try it myself. If you're afraid of sourness, just stay away from here!"
Li Jing naturally refused to let Ming Yi bring the things in.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, tilted her head, and sized up Ming Yi. "You guys formed a small clique on your own, but Sister Ding specially said that you're not allowed to do so!"
Han Fang turned to glare at Li Jing. "Are you here to find trouble?"
"Which eye of yours saw a small group? I haven't mentioned that you follow Lin Yu like a pug all day!"