"Ah——"
The thud and the cry of pain flew together.
Su Qing seriously doubted that her face had been smashed in!
The brick-thick fashion magazine was moved away, and a warm stream flowed down from her sore nose.
Su Qing touched it with her hand, her fingertip came away with a bright red, "Ah? Blood..."
She wouldn't faint at the sight of a little blood, but it really did stir up anger in her.
Su Qing raised her head sharply.
With a murderous look, she shouted with emphasis, "Ming Ge——"
"Sister Su Qing, your book."
Ming Ge looked pure and innocent, closing the fashion magazine and handing it back, pretending as if she hadn't done anything and nothing had happened just now.
"The book, remember not to throw it around, or... next time it won't be as simple as hitting the face, got it?"
The girl smiled as gently as the spring breeze, but it sent a shiver down Su Qing's spine.
Intimidated for that split second.
