"What kind of attitude is that?"
"That's right! If you really didn't take this money, why don't you dare to go to the teacher's office with the class monitor?"
"She must have taken it! If she doesn't want to go, she doesn't want us to go too! This kind of person is crazy!"
Unbridled curses kept entering her ears.
Duan Jia broke down and pounced on the smug class monitor. Tears wet her face, and her twisted facial features made her look rather ferocious.
She saw the disgusted gazes of the surrounding students and the disdainful gazes of the boys she liked. A great grievance blurred her vision.
The students around her tried to pull her away. Her hands were grabbed tightly, leaving only a pair of red and angry eyes to declare her innocence weakly.
