"I'm so mad, why does Luo Mengmeng get to be Gu Zhihan's wife?"
In the girls' restroom, there were about seven or eight girls gathered together, mostly sixth-grade seniors.
"Was his mom blinded by lard to pair him with such an ugly and dumb girl?"
"Right, I'm just not convinced."
"I'm not convinced either!"
"Since we're all not convinced, let's teach her a lesson so she'll know her place and leave Gu Zhihan on her own initiative."
"But she's always following Gu Zhihan around, we can't find a time when she's alone."
Since they were planning to teach someone a lesson, they obviously couldn't let Gu Zhihan know.
"There will be a time she's alone!"
Their voices were childish, yet the words they spoke were chilling; it's disturbing to realize the oldest of them was only twelve.
At such a young age to harbor such malice—it's truly amazing how jealousy knows no bounds of age or size!
