As she spoke, Yu Ting turned her face sideways, staring at Meng Jin with displeasure in her frosty gaze, while she kept increasing the grip of her hand.
It was only when Meng Jin's graceful makeup masked face contorted painfully that Yu Ting finally stopped and flung her hand away violently.
Due to the force of Yu Ting's shove, Meng Jin was taken aback and was pushed half a meter away, losing her balance and sitting down on the ground.
Ignoring the commotion behind her, Yu Ting led Wei Qinghe away without giving it much thought.
Wei Qinghe followed without even looking back.
Left alone, Meng Jin sat on the floor, her palm stinging from the friction and a mixture of anger and annoyance welling up inside her. She clutches her hand tightly, then moves to sit on a nearby chair.
There is a saying: Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never lose.
