The assistant, eager to please, said, "Who does she think she is? We'll find an opportunity to take care of her."
Zhang Meimei sneered, "Don't worry, I'll give her a taste of her own medicine sooner or later."
How dare she hit me, I'll find a chance to beat her until she looks like a pig's head!
As Zhang Meimei thought about how to exact her revenge on Qiao Ning, Qiao Ning seemed to sense her ill-intent, and peered at her with furrowed brows.
"Qiao Ning, try to avoid her if you can, she's not exactly a pushover," a scriptwriter warned her quietly.
Qiao Ning withdrew her gaze, speaking dispassionately, "If she doesn't mess with me, I won't mess with her."
"Even if she messes with you, try to avoid her as much as you can..."
Why should she avoid her? This would only make her appear more susceptible to bullying.
Qiao Ning got up to get some fresh air, but her phone suddenly rang; it was a call from Chai Xiyang.
It had been an hour since Hai Lan sent a text to Chai Xiyang.
