"Brother Lie, why are you here?"
Fang Feifei stood up in utter surprise, absentmindedly putting down her plate.
If Han Lie had been even two seconds later, she might have flipped the plate over—Cursing my Sister Ting? I'll show you what's what!
See? You wouldn't have guessed, would you?
This girl later got into so many fights with other girls, pulling hair and throwing things, her nature possessing a touch of madness. She might be slight, but her fighting spirit was anything but weak.
Yin Qin, completely oblivious to the bullet she'd dodged, glared at Han Lie, gritting her teeth, her breath coming in hisses.
"You're the bastard! Your whole family are bastards!"
Having already been plunged into society, her brazenness could match anyone's.
What surprised her, however, was that after she finished cursing, the male students led by Yu Xueqin suddenly paled.
"Uh, Young Master Han..."
