"Xinru…" The fat girl called out aggrievedly.
Qu Xinru said coldly to Zhang Lian, "Let's go." She looked at Qu Ling'er with hatred and turned to leave the shop. She had wanted to teach Qu Ling'er a lesson, but she ended up looking like this. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She was especially furious with the two girls behind her—they were in such a sorry state—just looking at them annoyed her.
The short-haired girl gritted her teeth and said, "Xinru, are you going to let her off just like that?"
Qu Xinru had been holding it in. At the mere mention of it, she exploded. "You still have the cheek to ask? Not only did the two of you not win the fight—she was fine—but the two of you ended up like this. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought that the two of you had a grudge and used this opportunity to hit each other!"
How infuriating!
