Laura Jones furrowed her brow, her gaze towards Emma Williams had become much colder.
Emma was so infuriated by Laura Jones that she didn't even notice Laura's changing expression, she continued coldly:
"The class president is just whatever, he's on the same level as you, if you want to compete, that's fine. But who is William Wilson to you? What makes you think you have the right to compete with me? Do you deserve him? Are you worthy of William Wilson?"
Laura Jones: "???"
Aiming low at classmates while raising herself high?
Hitting her wasn't enough, even dragged an innocent class president into this, what is this for?
No matter how good-tempered Laura Jones was, she was also irritated by Emma's words at this moment.
Moreover, being Mr. Jones's daughter, her temper is inherited.
Laura Jones leisurely took off the elastic band from her wrist, casually tied her hair into a ponytail, her gaze landed on Emma's liver-colored face, and said:
