"I'm asking you a question, are you the Qiao Mo who won the championship three times!" The girl's tone was a bit harsher, somewhat domineering.
Quite a few people turned their heads to look over, but no one spoke up.
Yu Qianxun felt a bit uneasy, grabbed Qiao Mo's arm and looked at the others: "What does it have to do with you even if she is? What are you trying to do..."
'Slap!' Before she could finish her words, the woman swung her hand and slapped Yu Qianxun: "Who do you think you are! Where's your right to talk!"
Qiao Mo was stunned, never expected that the other party would directly resort to hitting: "Qianxun, are you okay?"
Yu Qianxun covered her cheek, looking at the woman across with some anger.
Qiao Mo turned her head to look at the foreign girl, also a bit annoyed: "I thought you had some real skills, but it seems you just use numbers to bully others, using such brute force to assert yourself!"
