Leng Shuyue was trembling with rage. She pointed a cold finger at the gate, her teeth chattering in anger.
"I told you we shouldn't come, I told you! But you insisted. And now look! Look at his attitude! He's a complete, ungrateful wretch."
Ding Jiangchuan was furious. He rounded on Leng Shuyue. "I told you to get on good terms with Leng Yuan. And what did you do? With an aunt like you, if I were Leng Yuan, I wouldn't want anything to do with you either."
With that, Ding Jiangchuan angrily hopped on his bicycle and rode away, leaving Leng Shuyue standing there alone.
Leng Shuyue panicked, and then a wave of indignation washed over her.
'I told Ding Jiangchuan about all those things I did before, and he never objected. Why is he blaming me now that things have gone south?'
