All eyes turned to Hua Ling then.
Her face was flushed red, not from embarrassment, but from sheer rage. Her chest heaved as though she could barely contain her fury. Her nails dug into her palms so tightly that the skin turned white.
Her eyes swept over the crowd, daring anyone to meet her gaze.
Most quickly looked away.
A few smirked, enjoying the sight of the mighty Hua Ling humiliated. Others, however, felt a twist of pity for Lin Qian—because they knew Hua Ling would not forget this insult.
And she would strike back!
The hallway buzzed with restless tension, the echoes of Lin Qian's words still hanging in the air.
Hua Ling bit down so hard on her lower lip that the skin almost broke.
Her entire body trembled, fists clenched at her sides, rage consuming every inch of her. She wanted to scream. She wanted to claw at Lin Qian, to silence her once and for all.
But just then, movement caught her attention.
