"Just touched your waist?" Xue An spoke indifferently.
Qi Fen's heart was somewhat panicky, but she still pretended to truly cry.
A woman's tears are very good at garnering sympathy.
Especially since this Qi Fen girl was pretty, many of the male onlookers glared at Xue An with anger.
A few were even rubbing their hands together, eager to play the "hero saving the beauty."
A sneer of disdain curled the corners of Xue An's mouth, "Do you think your tears are moving? Or perhaps... you think you're very beautiful?"
This accusatory statement made Qi Fen cry even harder, but she felt a sense of calm inside.
To say such things in front of so many people, just wait to be scolded!
As expected.
Several students dressed like boys indignantly said, "What kind of talk is that? You sleazily touched this young lady, and now you're scolding her?"
"Exactly! You're not much of a man!" Some of the female onlookers also began to chatter and point.
