"Oh, oh... hurry up! You're crushing me!"
The underling who was thrown out quickly scrambled up. Feng Ping was disheveled, covered in dust from head to toe, lying on the ground unable to get up for a long while.
Song Xiaodong let out a cold laugh, while Chu Xianling and Sun Yiyi watched excitedly. Chu Xianling couldn't help shouting, "Good hit!"
"Who said that?" Feng Ping got up in a huff, spotting Chu Xianling whom she'd seen yesterday.
"I said it, what's up?" Chu Xianling taunted Feng Ping, hands on hips, tilting her head and nodding smugly.
"I'll scratch you, you little punk!" Feng Ping, hair in disarray, charged towards Chu Xianling.
"Just right, you teach her a lesson, it's inconvenient for me to do so." Song Xiaodong said to Chu Xianling.
"Alright!"
Feng Ping picked up her bag ready to hit Chu Xianling, but Chu Xianling didn't rush to fight back, her agile figure dodging back and forth, leaving Feng Ping panting, unable to even touch Chu Xianling.
