Xia Wenwen had always been harshly overshadowed by Zhao Ziyun, whether in terms of appearance or academic performance.
She had long found Zhao Ziyun extremely disagreeable. Her eyes darted around, and her gaze landed on a desk corner not far from Zhao Ziyun's arm.
If she were to bump into her forcefully right now, Zhao Ziyun's wrist would hit the desk corner hard due to inertia. Even if it didn't cripple her hand, she wouldn't be able to draw design sketches for a while.
Xia Wenwen had this thought out perfectly and indeed acted upon it. Just as she intentionally bumped her shoulder towards Zhao Ziyun's, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed Zhao Ziyun's arm, pulling her forcefully in a different direction.
Zhao Ziyun staggered a few steps and looked up to see a woman with sunglasses fixated on Xia Wenwen. As Xia Wenwen raised her head, she felt a chill as the eyes hidden behind the sunglasses seemed to have seen right through her little scheme.
