A sudden voice was heard speaking out. "Does that mean you can do what you like, and we can't talk about it?"
"Who's speaking?" Yun Shishi swept her eyes across the room. "If you are speaking to me. Please speak this to my face. This is basic courtesy!"
"Who's afraid of you? Do you think you can do what you want just because you have a sugar daddy supporting you?"
A sweet-looking girl with a ponytail stood up in the second row. With a defiant look, she said, "We're talking about you; what can you do about that?"
She squinted her eyes, her lips curling into a cold arc that sent a chill down their spines. "What about me are you talking about?"
Her voice was soft and light, yet it came with a frosty tinge.
This kind of coolness did not linger superficially but seeped deep into their being.
