Those people were no longer as arrogant as they were in front of Mo Yangyang. They squeezed in the corner and grimaced in pain, but no one dared to make a sound.
The broken porcelain pieces pierced into her flesh. Mo Yangyang felt pain when she saw it. This ... It was indeed Xie Xize's doing.
Mo Yangyang's hands were trembling as she held the plate.
However, what was even funnier was that when they saw Mo Yangyang come out, they all looked at her for help.
Mo Yangyang glanced at him coldly and lowered her head. She had to leave even if she had to kneel.
She was not a saint, so why should she save them? Besides, she had to dare to speak up.
Mo Yangyang gritted her teeth and walked over with her head lowered. She placed the two dishes in front of Xie Xize.
Xie Xize didn't seem to realize that she was Mo Yangyang. He said, ""Thank you."
Mo Yangyang nodded and turned to leave without saying anything.
