Gu Lingqiao sat on the stool sulking.
Seeing that there was nothing more to watch, Xiao Taohong turned around and drifted out, and Little Tiger, who had been waiting on the roof, also followed and left.
Gu Lingqiao glared at that plate of duck heads on the table, the more she looked the angrier she got. She swept out with her hand—clang, clang, clang—they all fell to the floor. Still not venting her anger, she cursed, "That ugly freak, is he sick in the head or what? Who in this world would like eating duck heads? I'm still a Miss of the Wealthy Family, okay!"
The Old Maid's brows furrowed. With a temper like this, sooner or later the young lady was going to blow her cover.
The Old Maid said, "Miss, can't you rein in your temper a bit?"
Gu Lingqiao said, "Eating this low‑grade crap every day, how do you expect me to rein it in?"
She was a Miss of the Wealthy Family, and she didn't even have the most basic decent food. How was she supposed to endure that?
