"Alright, you said it yourself." Yi Peilan curled her lips, and immediately reached out to grab Zhao Ping's clothes. Zhao Ping was taken aback, "What are you doing?"
Yi Peilan was tall and strong, and caught Zhao Ping off guard. She pulled Zhao Ping's dress with such force that it tore open, exposing the padding underneath. Zhao Ping screamed and tried to push Yi Peilan, but was instead pushed down by Yi Peilan, hitting her head on the table leg, leaving Zhao Ping feeling dizzy and faint.
The scene scared everyone else, not expecting Yi Peilan to act so quickly.
"Miss Yi, stop." Tian Yan hurriedly stepped in front of her and bent down to help Zhao Ping, "Miss Zhao, are you alright?"
Zhao Ping glared resentfully at Yi Peilan, rolled her eyes, and fainted.
"Miss Zhao..." Tian Yan called out to those around her, "Call 120 quickly."
Yi Peilan crossed her arms, not a trace of guilt on her face, looking down at the unconscious Zhao Ping with disdain.
