Chang Chuchu dragged her exhausted body back and forth in the room, causing Yang Xiao to become irritated, "Can you not stop? Can you be quiet?"
"I'm thinking of a way. Mr. Nalan and the others have already set out, and next, it should be our turn." Chang Chuchu's chest heaved violently, and she spoke with gasps, clearly at her limit, her face deathly pale.
"Shut your crow's mouth!" Yang Xiao's brow furrowed sharply upon hearing the words "set out." This woman really looked like a walking corpse, completely tactless in her speech.
Jiang Qingluan then stood up. Chang Chuchu, terrified of this unreasonable and violent woman, instinctively stepped back and exclaimed in fear, "What are you going to do?"
"Sit down, shut up," Jiang Qingluan said coldly.
