Luo Ji, Xiu Heng, and Xu Yi were staring, dumbfounded.
What on earth was happening?
Any fool could see that Lu Qingyi had done it on purpose.
"Sister, how could you do this?"
A large portion of Lu Jiayue's clothes was soaked, and her wrist was red from failing to catch the box.
She bit her lower lip, holding back her tears.
"That's it."
Lu Qingyi's gaze was on the mineral water bottles scattered all over the floor. She spoke with a hint of sarcasm.
"Lu Qingyi, she is your sister."
Xiu Heng frowned, his face filled with anger.
"Does it hurt?" He took Jiayue's hand, looked at her reddened wrist, filled with worry.
Girls have delicate skin.
"It doesn't hurt." Jiayue shook her head, hurriedly pulling her hand back, looking wronged, at Qingyi.
"You should ask her if she treats me as her sister."
Lu Qingyi smiled faintly, her eyes fixed on Jiayue directly.
Playing the good sister on the surface, who knows what scheme is being planned behind her back.