Having figured everything out, Shi Jiaojiao's aura instantly soared.
She looked at Ye Mingmei, sneered, and said, "Who's to say they can't tell? Is there anyone else in this restroom? Besides, am I wrong? If you had a father to raise you, how could you be so uncultured and uneducated? Let me tell you, you ruined my latest iPhone and the restroom mirror. You're going to have to pay for all of it!"
Ye Mingmei looked at Shi Jiaojiao, smiled faintly, and said, "Alright, I'll pay you. But just a phone and a mirror, is that enough? How about I compensate you with some medical expenses as well?"
Shi Jiaojiao was stunned: "You... what are you saying, you dare..."
Before she could finish, the little girl in front of her suddenly swept a spinning kick at her and landed a blow on her waist.
The force wasn't light, and Shi Jiaojiao immediately fell to the ground.
The key was, she was wearing five-centimeter high heels and a professional skirt, with her two white thin legs exposed.
