She narrowed her eyes and stepped forward to confront, "What are you doing?"
"Wiping... wiping the desk!" Wu Tong hadn't expected her sudden appearance and, already feeling guilty as if she were a thief, was quite startled. She forced herself to calm down and then added, "Am I not the duty student today, responsible for cleaning the desks and chairs? Is there a problem with that?"
Xia Ningxing crossed her arms and looked at her coolly, countering with a question of her own, "So have you finished wiping?"
"Wiped, it's all done." Under her icy gaze, Wu Tong felt as if her little secret was about to be exposed, and she stuttered in response.
"Then get lost," Xia Ningxing commanded with a frown, scoffing inwardly.
It was unbelievable—the young girl had such a malicious mind.
Indeed, Xia Ningxing knew that the towel harbored the chickenpox virus.
She had dreamed about it.
