Slap—
Song Yaoyao rolled up her book. Just as the girl's claws almost touched her, she slapped it away as quick as lightning.
"Ah!" An Ruoyao held her hand in pain.
Song Yaoyao looked up and smiled when she heard An Ruoyao's cries of pain. Her dark eyes instantly twitched and turned empty.
"Don't provoke me. Otherwise, this isn't all you'll be getting. You and your friend can have matching casts..."
"You..."
An Ruoyao suddenly understood the underlying meaning and became wary of Song Yaoyao.
All along, Song Jingwan had refused to explain what happened to her arms and legs. As it appeared now, it seemed as though Song Yaoyao was the one who did it to her.
An Ruoyao looked confusedly at the girl who was looking down at her book again. She couldn't believe it.
Was Song Yaoyao this ruthless?
She pursed her lips. She didn't like Song Yaoyao, but not enough to gamble with her safety.
So she quickly left.
