"Let go of me, you filthy peasant!" Nangong Yao swatted at Wang Jingyuan, kicking and screaming.
Still gripping Nangong Yao's collar tightly in her fist, Wang Jingyuan used her other hand to block Nangong Yao's assault.
"Nangong Yao, you destroyed my gift on purpose. I am going to make you pay dearly for this!"
"You dare? If you do not unhand me right now, you will be the one who shall pay dearly!"
"I have had enough of you picking fights with me all night. You want to fight? I'll give you a fight!"
