Yang Ruxin looked at Feng Caie with disdain and let out a smug smile, then turned and walked away—of course, not forgetting to cough twice.
Feng Caie's hands were aching from the clapping, and in the end, she had no choice but to give up. She accepted her misfortune but felt another wave of nameless anger rise within her, naturally directed at Yang Ruxin.
"Yang Dani." Feng Caie hurriedly chased after Yang Ruxin who had walked a considerable distance away. "You stop right there!"
Yang Ruxin turned around and coughed several times at Feng Caie. "Second Aunt…" Her voice was still hoarse.
"You… you…" Feng Caie stopped in her tracks, "You really have tuberculosis?"
"What do you think?" Yang Ruxin curled her lips into a smile.
"You… you really were pretending, you little wretch…" Feng Caie suddenly realized and raised her hand to strike.