Li Meifeng clenched her teeth, rolled up her sleeves, and was ready to get physical.
But she hadn't expected Lin Anning to move even faster.
A flash of silver streaked by, and Li Meifeng felt a sharp pain in her wrist, unable to lift it.
Seizing the moment, Lin Anning pushed her away and bolted out the door.
While Li Meifeng was still yelling, Huo Xuehui was gnashing her teeth in anger.
"What are you yelling for? Aren't you going to chase after her?"
By the time a few of them ran outside, a chilly wind was biting, and snow was swirling around—there was no sign of Lin Anning.
After searching in circles, they were freezing cold.
Li Meifeng, with two bellyfuls of anger, not even having touched Lin Anning's hair, stomped her feet outside.
"Huo Xuehui, are you just going to let her go like that?"
Huo Xuehui was just as annoyed and snapped back.
"Blame me? Who told you couldn't even stop a sickly person? Forget it, I never had high hopes for you anyway."
