A group of disheveled women, each sporting a bruise or scratch on their faces, was called into the office. Eleven felt as if nothing could be more humiliating.
She covered her face on the way, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze.
But Ye Wanjun didn't feel any shame. Even before the vice-principal, she was still throwing punches at Yao Ruoshui and the others.
Eleven covered her face and quickly tugged at Wanjun's clothes, pleading with her to calm down a little.
Yao Ruoshui was furious: "Uncle Xiang! I don't care! I'm going to report them! They scratched my face up so badly!"
That shrew, Ye Wanjun, really wasn't joking around! She singled her out for the attack!
Even though the scratch on Yao Ruoshui's face was so small that it was almost invisible, she nearly burst into tears when she looked in the mirror. "I'm pretty much disfigured! Oh my God, what should I do?!"
"Calm down, Ruoshui. We will make this right for you. —— You two! Apologize right now!"
