C40 Wu Qingyan Is Back

"You said that Mr Yangche poured out the soup that I made out of goodwill?" Zhao Yuran asked fiercely, grabbing the maid.

The maid was trembling and her voice was trembling. "Yes …"

"Ah!" Zhao Yuran swept all the items on the table to the floor.

"Little …"

"Little shitty brat, why aren't you cleaning up?" Zhao Yuran widened her eyes as she scolded the maid with a fiendish expression