"Lin Wanwan, it's you." Lin Siqing, who was wearing the skirt uniform, squinted her eyes and smiled. Whichever way you looked at it, she was up to no good.
Lin Wanwan frowned, bent down to pick up her books, and made to leave.
Lin Siqing stepped forward and blocked her way.
"Little fool, don't you know how to greet your sister?"
Sister? Lin Wanwan smiled coldly. "Go away. A good dog doesn't get in the way."
Upon hearing the word "dog," Lin Siqing's expression changed. Without thinking, she lifted her arm and aimed at Lin Wanwan's face, ready to hit her.
Lin Wanwan raised her arm and steadily held her wrist. Her grip was firm, and Lin Siqing was not able to break free from it.
"Why, do you want to bite me?"
She was no longer the Lin Wanwan who dared not fight back.
"Let go of me!"
Lin Siqing struggled, and Lin Wanwan abruptly released her hand.
