Xia Wan looked at Brother Fang's pleading manner and snorted coldly. "Anything else you want to say?"
Brother Fang, with his mouth agape, desperately nodded his head.
Xia Wan eyed him and continued to ask: "Still think I need someone else's help to deal with you?"
Brother Fang shook his head frantically, unable to comprehend how this seemingly gentle girl had so easily dislocated his joint.
Xia Wan glanced at the classmates nearby, some of whom had been less than friendly to her before, and they instinctively shrank back, seemingly afraid that Xia Wan would turn on them too.
Always quiet and reserved, Xia Wan had surprised everyone with her hidden skills.
Xia Wan calmly extended her hand towards Brother Fang.
Brother Fang instinctively stepped back, seemingly afraid that Xia Wan would dislocate another of his joints.
Xia Wan's expression showed slight dissatisfaction: "Don't want to talk anymore?"
