Xia Ling was a little surprised that Li Bingman was not as arrogant as she had imagined.
She couldn't help but say, "You still want to fight with me at this point?"
Li Bingman lowered her head slightly and endured the humiliation. "I'm sorry."
Xia Ling frowned. If she had only hated Li Bingman previously, now she looked down slightly on her. When she had been trampled under the feet of her group, she could still hold her head high and walk off, but what about Li Bingman? She was completely terrified at the taste of defeat. "Is it really that important to be able to attend the Training Camp?" She couldn't understand. "Is it more important than your pride and self-esteem?"
Li Bingman felt terrible as if a needle had pierced her heart. If she could, why would she be willing to bow down?
