Zhou Xitong swallowed hard, unable to speak, her face etched with terror as she looked at Yue Qingqing.
All she could do was watch helplessly as Yue Qingqing tidied the bed and desk, replacing everything with a new set of bedding.
However, her spoiled nature quickly turned her fear into angry embarrassment.
"Are you threatening me? Do you dare lay a finger on me?"
Yue Qingqing turned her head, staring intently at Zhou Xitong.
"You could try."
With her lips tightly pressed, Zhou Xitong, pampered since childhood, had never expected to encounter someone like this.
Just then, Lu Zhu, who had been unobtrusive all this while, suddenly spoke up.
"Do you want the spot by the window? I'll swap with you."
Her speaking up undoubtedly made Zhou Xitong look much better in front of everyone.
But Zhou Xitong looked disdainfully and said, "No, there's a foul smell on your bed."
"I can go get some hot water and wipe the bed frame down."
