Ye Ying abruptly turned her head, her gaze sharpening and piercing as she stared straight at Ming Ge, her voice uncontrollably rising as she demanded,
"What right do you have?"
Her eyes full of scorn, she sized Ming Ge up and down, unable to suppress a mocking laugh, "Teach me how to conduct myself? You think you're qualified?"
The disdainful malice was unmistakably undisguised, the anger already hovering on the brink of her sanity.
Ming Ge's expression was faintly detached, even smiling as she looked at Ye Ying's state, leisurely retorting, "If I'm not qualified, then why couldn't you deliver a single complete line just now?"
She, dared, to, mention, it!
Ye Ying's mind buzzed, as the last string of rationality, known as sanity, completely snapped.
Her eyes flashed with a hint of blood-red as she took two steps forward, raising her hand to fiercely slap Ming Ge across the face—
That slap could never land on Ming Ge's face.
