Song Ning sighed inwardly. Jiahui is going to say that I'm slow on the draw again.'
As expected, An Jiahui glared at Song Ning with her big and round eyes as she scolded, "Song Ning, are you a fool? Why are you just standing still when they're scolding you like this? Is there a need for you to be polite to this group of idiots?"
Song Ning thought to herself, I wasn't planning on being polite. However, you've already acted before I had a chance to act!'
"Hey! How can you splash the coffee on us! You stained my uniform!"
"My makeup is ruined!"
"Hey, isn't this An Jiahui? What's the matter? You think you're hot stuff just because your father is the principal? Do you think you can do whatever you want?
"An Jiahui, you've crossed the line! We are going to lodge a complaint against you! Just you wait! Let's see if your father punishes you!"
All of a sudden, the women began screaming again.
The remaining cup of coffee was splashed on the group of women. This time none of them were spared.
Song Ning said tonelessly, "What's the matter? Didn't you come here to pick a fight? You call it justice when you act out, but when we act, you say we're breaking the law?"
The women fell silent.
Song Ning had always been courteous and modest, but she maintained an appropriate distance from everyone, except for Jiahui. Even Feng Man was not an exception when they were on good terms. In fact, Feng Man was the one who took the initiative to befriend her and clung to her back then.
Although Song Ning was quiet, her presence was hard to ignore. When she spoke, she would attract everyone's attention.
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