The cafeteria fell silent.
Dozens of eyes in the cafeteria stared intensely over here.
Zhao Hong's face turned the color of liver.
She hadn't expected that a housewife, only capable of taking care of children, could be so sharp-tongued.
"You... don't pin such a big hat on me!"
Zhao Hong slammed the lunch box on the table.
Soup splattered out.
Almost landed on Lin Wan Yi.
Lin Wan Yi turned sideways.
Shielded Gu Ning in her arms.
She looked up at Zhao Hong, without saying a word.
Just gently put down the spoon in her hand.
A clink.
Crisp, yet it tightened the hearts of others.
"What, want to resort to violence because you can't win in words?" Lin Wan Yi wiped her hands with a handkerchief, her movements unhurried, "You are a student at the National Defense University, not a street shrew."
"Who are you calling a shrew?"
Zhao Hong was anxious.
In school, she was accustomed to domineering, relying on her good relationship with Meng Ting, who didn't give her leeway?
