Wen Duoduo didn't expect An Tong to suddenly yank on her sleeve. Caught entirely off guard, she turned around and An Tong ripped the entire left sleeve off with one strong pull.
She was stunned on the spot.
An Tong seemed startled as well, pulling her hand back with a sense of schadenfreude, saying,
"Oh, I didn't expect just a light tug would pull your sleeve off. Tsk tsk, Wen Duoduo, why don't you buy a piece of clothing with better quality? Look at this, the quality is just too poor."
Wen Duoduo was extremely angry.
Just a moment ago, when she and An Tong passed by each other, there was clearly a person's distance between them, with hands not touching hands. How could she have torn off her sleeve?
Unless it was on purpose, stretching her hand out to yank it, how else could the sleeve have been torn off?
Right then, Wen Duoduo gritted her teeth, wondering why she hadn't noticed before that An Tong could be such a conniving person.
