Qiao Nian stood in front of Song Yue, her eyes cold. It was as if she had seen a disgusting cockroach.
Qiao Nian's undisguised disdain drove Song Yue crazy. With a look of dissatisfaction, she rebuked. "How dare you look at me like that? Who do you think you are?"
Bam!
The crisp slap echoed through the corridor.
Qiao Nian's slap landed hard on Song Yue's face.
At this moment, Song Yue had been hit by Qiao Nian. She felt a burning sensation on her face, and the pain was unbearable.
Song Yue turned around abruptly and looked at Qiao Nian in disbelief. She said fiercely, "Qiao Nian, how dare you hit me? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this state now. You clearly owe me."
Bam!
Another resounding slap!
Xu Qian was stunned. She didn't dare to step forward to pull Qiao Nian away.
Song Yue's mind was a little muddled from the beating. Her ears were buzzing, and clear finger marks appeared on her face.
