Shi Qian walked in front of Wen Ke'er.
Wen Ke'er's small face reddened with anger as she hurriedly explained, "Qian Qian, it's not like that. I didn't get close to you on purpose. I didn't use you. And I didn't know that things would turn out like this."
"I know." Shi Qian smiled.
She looked at the two girls, her beautiful eyes instantly sharpened.
She clasped her hands and pinched her fingers. She made a few crisp sounds. She slowly said, "I haven't fought for a few days. My hands and feet are a little itchy."
It scared the two girls to death. They swallowed their saliva and immediately retreated in fear. Then, they turned around and ran.
Shi Qian retracted her gaze indifferently and looked at Wen Ke'er.
Wen Ke 'er's eyes turned red, and she looked about to cry.
