However, Gu Man had underestimated them. She thought that they only knew how to talk.
Looking at her table, which was covered in paint, Gu Man knew that she had misjudged them.
They were far worse than he had imagined!
If she tolerated it any longer, she would not be Gu Man.
"Who did it?" Gu Man didn't roar, but her voice was low and murderous.
Her pair of quiet eyes that looked like they were about to shoot out cold arrows at any moment stared at those faces.
It was rare for a group of pampered seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys and girls to encounter such oppression. Some of them immediately panicked.
But there were also some people who felt that it was even more ridiculous when they saw Gu Man so serious.
A country bumpkin would actually be angry?
A boy in the front row mocked, "I did it. What are you going to do?"
