Xia Ling could not be bothered with them. She wrestled fiercely with Pei Jingshan.
She had come from the orphanage and had fought over buns with the bigger kids every day, so her experience was beyond rich. Now, wrestling with such a dainty girl without the strength to even truss a chicken did not require much effort form her at all. Quickly, she had already gained the upper hand and was pressing Pei Jingshan on the ground, hitting her until she could not retaliate.
Pei Jingshan cried, "Help! Help!"
The other girls exchanged glances with one another. They had not expected things to develop in such a way. Who would have thought that this little beggar would be so intrepid when fighting? A low-class was indeed a low-class!
They were a little terrified and backtracked a few steps.
