Yang Xianrong, Ji Wenjing, and Wan Jiatong did not expect that Yu Fan, who usually looked silly, would dare to attack them directly.
The tea dripped down Yang Xianrong's cheeks, wetting her clothes and ruining her carefully drawn makeup.
She had never been so disheveled in her life.
Yu Pingping still felt indignant. She grabbed the other party's hair and slapped her cheek with her other hand.
There was a sharp snap.
Yang Xianrong immediately felt her cheeks burning.
She was shocked and furious. "How dare you hit me?"
Her parents had never hit her since she was young, but Yu Pingping actually dared to hit her?!
Yu Pingping sneered. "So what if I hit you? Bitches like you deserve to be taught a lesson!"
With that, she slapped her again.
Yang Xianrong's head buzzed.
