"Wang Feifei, what the hell are you trying to stay calm for? You're just a bastard with no parents, living off your grandpa who runs a wonton stall. Do you believe I can make it so that your grandpa can never set up his wonton stall again?"
Seeing that Wang Feifei, even after being slapped by him, remained so calm, with not even the expression on her face changing, Kong Ling became even more agitated. His voice tore through his throat as if he was in agony. If only he and Wang Feifei were in the classroom, he might have already charged at her to rip her clothes off—he wanted to see what Wang Feifei would look like pinned under his body.
