A murderous aura poured down on her, and An Qin felt this terrible malice, and her whole heart trembled with it.

Stabilizing her body, she unconsciously stepped back and kept a safe distance from Yang Lin'er.

She raised her head and looked at Yang Lin'er, who was standing on a high place, her eyes were swept with strong hatred, and her brows were tightly locked.

"Miss Yang, this is around the corner, I'm sorry I didn't see you, but your behavior is too much." An Qin criticized, her mouth was filled with a strong smell of blood, and when she spoke, more blood gushed out along the corners of her mouth.

"Am I excessive? Do you know that this is a soothing soup for Mrs., she is not in good health, so she falls asleep with this, you actually bump into it without long eyes, do you know how long it takes to boil this, you don't want Mrs. to rest? Yang Lin'er gritted her teeth, eager to tear An Qin apart.

"I didn't mean to."

"You just did it on purpose, with the intention of embarrassing me." Yang Lin'er didn't give An Qin a chance to explain, she rushed down the stairs and wanted to teach An Qin a hard lesson, but An Qin, who was on guard, didn't allow the other party to be wild again, and pushed Yang Lin'er who pounced out.

Yang Lin'er didn't expect that An Qin, who was half a head shorter than herself, had so much strength, and she couldn't hold it anymore, plus her heel hit the stairs, and she fell down the stairs.

"If you have something to say, you can do it again, you're welcome!" An Qin warned, his clenched little fist raised into the air.

Although the medicinal soup given to Mrs. Leng is very important, it does not have to be a gesture of asking her to pay for her life.

Yang Lin'er was not simply angry for a bowl of medicinal soup, because of the confrontation in the afternoon, An Qin had some confidence in his heart.

This Yang Lin'er just used the topic to play and deliberately troubled her.

"You ......" Yang Lin'er was about to go crazy, a slender darkness was projected down the stairs, she glanced at the corner of her eye, the anger on her face quickly faded, replaced by a face full of grievances, she pointed at An Qin, and cried. You hit me? Ah, my waist hit, it hurts......"

Yang Lin'er's transformation made An Qin stunned, and when she saw Leng Qianxing standing at the staircase when she heard the sound, she immediately understood Yang Lin'er's insidious intentions.

"I'm defending myself, and you did it first." An Qin is not in a hurry or in a hurry, and defends.

"What's going on?" Leng Qianxing couldn't believe his eyes: the falling tray, the overturned medicinal soup, Yang Lin'er who fell on the ladder and cried bitterly, and An Qin, who was dyed with half of the medicinal soup and had a red and swollen left side of his face and bleeding from the corner of his mouth......

The intensified incident not only attracted Leng Qianxing, but also attracted Mrs. Leng and the housekeeper.

"Qianxing," Yang Lin'er got up and cried and accused An Qinlai. "When I brought soothing soup to my aunt, this girl bumped into her, knocked over the bowl and didn't say anything, didn't apologize a word, said a few words to her, and she hurt people...... I said a few words and started to move, and she pushed me.....ouch, my waist, my feet...... It hurts. ”

Douda's tears were like beads with broken threads, and Yang Lin'er was like a seriously injured patient, holding on to the wall and unable to straighten her waist.

"You fell down the stairs?" Mrs. Leng saw that Yang Lin'er was in pain, her whole heart hung up, and she hurriedly stepped forward to help. "Calanche, quick, call the doctor."

Caranch didn't dare to slack off, and hurried to call the private doctor.

"An Qin, why did you do it, such a high staircase, you are going to fall to your death?" Mrs. Leng listened to Yang Lin'er's lie and glared at An Qin angrily.