"Without Young Master Su, who are you! I will teach you little bitch a lesson today!"
With that said, she raised her hand and was about to hit Qiao Mianmian's face.
Qiao Mianmian sneered and stood there without dodging. She grabbed her hand and pushed hard. Shen Yueyue yelled in dismay and fell heavily onto the ground.
With this fall, she bumped her head against the iron of the bed and a small wound formed on her forehead.
"Ah, Yueyue, your forehead is bleeding." Zhao Wanting exclaimed as if her tail had been stepped on.
There were six people in the dorm, but they were divided into three small factions.
Qiao Mianmian and Jiang Luoli were of one faction, Shen Yueyue and Zhao Wanting the other, and the remaining two were in neutral stances.
