Chapter 27 She Wants to Vomit, Disgusted to Death 1

"Tan'er, aren't you going over there faster? The Eighth Prince is waiting for you." Madam, smiling but with a sharp glare, seemingly walked over gently, avoiding Mo Liancheng's gaze. She extended her hand, pretending to kindly push Qu Tan'er. However, when her fingers touched Qu Tan'er's waist, the light push turned into a hard pinch, followed by a forceful twist...

"Ah!... Haha, Tan'er understands." Qu Tan'er's smile twisted with pain, completely not expecting Madam to play this trick on her. A grave miscalculation on her part. Her back was already killing her, and with this pinch, she was in such pain that cold sweat poured down, tears welled up, but she forced them back.

A person could pretend to be weak, but true weakness, she would never allow herself to show in public.

Mo Liancheng walked unhurriedly, the hem of his clothes lightly brushing as he sat in the main seat. Qu Jianglin hurriedly ordered someone to serve tea.