Every time Huo Fei said something, Liu Zhenying had to give way, making the scene tense for a time.

Mrs. Zhao next to her really couldn't stand it, and quickly echoed: "That's right, Miss Liu, we are all saying this for your own good, so don't push yourself too far."

But I have to admit that Huo Fei's words were too fair and righteous, and he even spoke from the perspective of an elder. Even Liao Qingqing couldn't find anything particularly easy to refute for a while.

But who would have thought that Liu Zhenying blinked his apricot eyes with clear black and white, and said "oh" tepidly: "If you don't give way, don't give way. Why are you angry?"

"We are not angry, we are just thinking about your life after marrying into the Qu family."

"I don't care."

"What?"

Liu Zhenying spread his hands and said matter-of-factly: "If you don't like me, you don't like me. Anyway, I married Qu Xiaojue, not the Qu family. If you don't like me, what does it have to do with me?"

This was said so lightly that even Huo Fei, who was usually kind and kind, couldn't help but change his face: "It's none of your business?"

"yes."

Liu Zhenying nodded his little head, and his warm voice was full of carelessness: "You don't like me, and I don't like you, so it's even. Anyway, we both hate each other, so we will have less contact and more contact in the future.

Simple things.”

After saying that, she clicked her tongue twice, as if she was laughing at Huo Fei's inability to turn around such a trivial matter.

This look is completely unreasonable in the eyes of rich ladies.

Mrs. Zhao snorted coldly: "Miss Liu, I advise you not to say so nice things now, otherwise you will still be the one crying."

These words exhausted the last bit of Liu Zhenying's patience. She completely ignored him and tugged on Liao Qingqing's arm: "Let's go."

"good."

Liao Qingqing was so excited that she almost wanted to applaud Liu Zhenying. She picked up her small handbag and walked out with a smile.

Mrs. Zhao didn't know where her brain went wrong. Huo Fei stood aside and stopped talking, but she still wanted to reach out and stop Liu Zhenying.

But as soon as she reached out and touched the corner of Liu Zhenying's clothes, Liu Zhenying subconsciously grabbed her wrist.

The next second, the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard in the already noisy store, and Mrs. Zhao couldn't bear the pain and blurted out a scream.

Liu Zhenyi, this is...

Did you crush Mrs. Zhao's wrist?

Liu Zhenying retracted his hand, pursed his lips innocently, and looked at them with his eyes open: "I asked you to give way, but you had to block the way. You can't blame me for her dislocated wrist."

"Liu Zhenying."

Huo Fei was so angry that she called Liu Zhenying by her name and quickly checked on Mrs. Zhao. Her eyes were too complicated: "It's just that you are usually naughty. How can you dare to hurt people now? What if Mrs. Zhao really has something?"

Let me see how you want to end this situation?"

How it ends is not a big deal.

"What's so bad?" Liu Zhenyi drooped his eyebrows, like a wronged child, and groaned: "Can't I just help install it?"

Her voice was low and almost drowned by Mrs. Zhao's scream.

Huo Fei didn't hear clearly for a while: "What did you say?"

"I said, it's just a dislocation. Can I just help her put it back on?"

Then, Huo Fei watched with almost disbelief as Liu Zhenying stepped forward, gently pinched Mrs. Zhao's wrist again, gently pulled and pushed her little hand, and within a few seconds, she pressed her wrist back.

Her expression did not fluctuate at all throughout the whole process, and she looked indifferent to the core, as if she was not facing a person, but a lifeless branch.

After finishing, she clapped her hands, as if nothing had happened, and took Liao Qingqing's arm. Her little face without makeup looked so beautiful under the light, her almond-shaped eyes curled up: "Let's go, let's go

Have a meal."
Chapter completed!