Lick up the congee off the ground?
These bastards, they were finding ways to humiliate her!
How dirty was the ground?
Stepped on by countless people, spat on from time to time, she would rather starve to death than lick it!
As Luo Qiaorong and the others were too many and powerful, Yang Hongxia didn't dare to confront them directly. She simply hugged her arms, squatting on her bed, enduring the hunger, ignoring these people.
At this moment, all she hoped for was time to pass more quickly, waiting to eat something at noon.
...
On the other side, in an antique tea house.
Pang Feiyan sat in front of the tea table, comfortably playing with the tea set, leisurely brewing scented tea.
"Thump thump!"