Leng Tianqi was startled, then shivered involuntarily. Just as she was about to burst into anger, Jiang Zhuanzhuan had already humbly squatted at her feet to pick up the books.
Feeling especially uncomfortable in her heart, Leng Tianqi thought about how she almost got frightened by a mere ant and felt even more humiliated. Without thinking, she simply stomped on Zhuanzhuan's hand that had just touched the book.
She even twisted viciously on her hand.
"Hmmph, consider this a warning," boasted Leng Tianqi with a smug curl of her lips, lifting her foot only to see Jiang Zhuanzhuan's rough hand, red and swollen and covered in dust. She felt a particular sense of satisfaction in her heart; she really disliked Jiang Zhuanzhuan.
Zhuanzhuan stood up holding her books, her face expressionless as she stared at her. She did not move an inch, but instead, a strange smile curled the corners of her lips.
"What are you smiling about?" Leng Tianqi asked uneasily.
