Ye Ran raised the bat and looked at Gao Lin. She was about to hit her again when she saw Gao Lin's legs twitch a few times. Soon, there was no reaction.
Seeing this, Ye Ran didn't hit her. Instead, she kicked Gao Lin's shoulder and mocked, "Hey, why are you pretending to be dead? I haven't even started!"
Gao Lin remained motionless on the ground.
The others turned pale with fear.
In the crowd, someone asked in fear, "Is… is she dead?"
Uneasiness and fear enveloped everyone.
A bold hooligan moved closer to Gao Lin and placed his hand under her nose. She fell to the ground in shock and said in a panic, "She's… she's dead. She's really dead…"
When Ye Ran heard this, her muddled mind instantly cleared. Only then did she see that the person lying on the ground was not Qiao Nian, but Gao Lin.
Ye Ran's breathing quickened and the baseball bat in her hand fell to the ground. She was so frightened that her face turned pale.
