Hearing the laughter from her classmates around, she couldn't hold back anymore and blurted out, "You wretched bitch, just you wait! One day, I'll…"
"Who's this wretched bitch looking at!" Suddenly a squeaky, feminine voice rang out.
When they saw the woman standing at the door of the classroom, another scream broke out:
"Wow, it's the school's beauty!"
"Finally, the school beauty is here for class!"
"School beauty, look at me, look at me…"
"…"
Mo Weiyi was wearing a red dress that reached her feet, making her skin look as white as snow.
Her abundant dark chestnut curls exuded an air of superiority. With her picturesque features and bright red lips, the whole person looked exquisite and beautiful even though she leaned on a petite silver cane in her right hand.
She looked at Lin Qiao, lifted her pale, pointed chin, and commanded the bodyguard behind her, "Rong An, remove your sock and stuff that wretch's mouth with it."
