It was Yu Xiaoxiao who struck, slapping the face of that girl from Korea hard.
A group of girls looked at Yu Xiaoxiao in shock. She had always given the impression of being gentle, so how could she suddenly resort to hitting someone?
"He owes you nothing, nor does he owe us. The path we chose for ourselves, he just saved us from the brink of death, from the cold and dark iron cage."
"At this moment, choosing to complain about him is like repaying kindness with ingratitude! If I were him and knew you would act this way, I wouldn't even save you!"
Yu Xiaoxiao, usually gentle, spoke coldly, her indifferent gaze sweeping over the group of girls.
Instantly, the group of girls all lowered their heads awkwardly. They understood these truths, but when facing life-threatening dangers, they habitually looked for someone to blame, to complain about.
When Yu Xiaoxiao bluntly exposed this, they were extremely embarrassed, their pretty faces flushed with guilt.
