Feng Ling smoothly pushed Ji Mengran behind a brick wall by the side. Not waiting to hear Ji Mengran's shriek, Ji Nuan expressionlessly turned to leave.
Ji Mengran was heavily pressed onto the brick wall, her back slammed painfully against it. Her expression was pale and frightened as she stared at the short-haired woman before her. "I warn you; you're not allowed to touch me! If you dare to do anything to me here, I'll sue you! I'll sue you until your ancestors aren't able to rest in peace!"
Feng Ling coldly narrowed her eyes at her. "I haven't even done anything. What are you shouting for?"
Ji Mengran's complexion alternated between turning red and pale; her hands were holding her own clothes in a death grip. She was terrified that she would be beaten up and was so nervous her fingers had begun to turn white.
