Sun Xiajuan chased after him, calling out from behind. She grabbed his arm, insisting he couldn't leave, but the man shook her off with a quick move. Sun Xiajuan was both angry and hateful, but in the end, she couldn't hold it in any longer and ran off covering her face, crying.
This farce blew over quickly, much like a gust of wind—fast to arrive and quick to go.
Yang PeiMin felt it was a bit absurd herself, her aggressive tendencies had burst forth.
But when she looked at Pan Shuiqin, she was somewhat worried, "Cousin, your elder sister-in-law is Sun Xiajuan's sister-in-law? She'll definitely go back and tattle, and I'm afraid it might bring trouble for you."
Pan Shuiqin waved her hand, apparently not taking it seriously, "At most they'll say a few words. I can handle it. It's not like a few scoldings will take a piece of flesh off me."
After saying this, she let out a relieved laugh, "That girl's got it worse though, her prospective match just slipped through her fingers."
