After throwing Gu Xiaonuan onto the bench in the changing room, Zhu Yawen's first reaction was that the door had to be locked from the inside.
Gu Xiaonuan was thrown into disarray, utterly dazed by the fall.
"Zhu Yawen, have you gone mad?"
Gu Xiaonuan had just sorted through her experiences of the day and reached a conclusion she wished she hadn't.
Tan Chengcheng, to remove the obstacle she represented, had even conspired with the bastard Zhu Yawen against her.
Gu Xiaonuan had often embarrassed Zhu Yawen, who, relying on his family's filthy money and not too ugly looks, always chased after her, presumptuously thinking that any girl pursued by him was blessed from the heavens, and those who were with him were indeed the lucky few.
Gu Xiaonuan had always loathed this kind of privileged moron, so every time Zhu Yawen pestered her, she would deal with him using the harshest words.
It wasn't that Gu Xiaonuan was unappreciative, but Zhu Yawen indeed had nothing worth a second look.
