"What are you snorting at, you little bitch!" With that, Li Huirong extended her hand and about to strike again when the door was pushed open.
Seeing that it was An Zhanglou holding something in his hand, in a flash Li Huirong immediately withdrew her hand. The whole process did not even take half a minute.
"Huh? Huirong, you are here too? Why didn't you rest properly in your own room?" On seeing Li Huirong in An Zhiyan's room, An Zhanglou looked very puzzled.
"Ah ha ha …" Li Huirong laughed awkwardly, and crossed her hands in front of her body. An Zhiyan could tell that this was her habit when she was about cook up some excuse.
How pretentious! It made her want to puke!