The collision just now had struck her back, leaving her in so much pain that she couldn't even straighten her waist. And when Chi Yue stared at her, the tears began to roll down.
"Chi Yue, you should apologize to Xu Wenyu," someone said.
"Why should I?" Chi Yue laughed.
Lin Pan looked her straight in the eye, "She's hurt."
Chi Yue: "You stepped on her."
Her eyes held a laugh, as if she had seen through Lin Pan's inner turmoil in that second. Lin Pan suddenly felt a bit guilty, and her tone involuntarily softened, "We're all friends..."
"Don't play the victim. We were never friends." Chi Yue brushed her arm aside, her gaze piercing through the lip-biting, tear-wiping Xu Wenyu, "On the contrary, I need Xu Wenyu to apologize to Wang Xueya."
"No way!" Xu Wenyu, her back prickling under Chi Yue's aggressive stare, didn't know if it was pure rage or the backing of Lin Pan that gave her the courage, but she suddenly pushed Chi Yue hard, seeking revenge for the earlier blow.
