La Zhuangzhuang desperately clutched her skirt to prevent any exposure and, looking up, saw Yan Luoxi with hands on hips, laughing boisterously. Humiliated and furious, she said, "Yan Luoxi, you bitch, I'll fight you to the end."
Yan Luoxi was startled by the ferocious look in her eyes. Posing with hands on her waist, she retorted, "You dare insult me? Seems like you haven't learned your lesson. Meimei, tear it harder, if it gets damaged, charge it to her."
Just now, Meimei was purposely teasing La Zhuangzhuang, but upon her mistress's command, it howled and, with its sharp teeth, joyfully tore at La Zhuangzhuang's skirt.
The expensive custom-made red dress was delicate in fabric and could not withstand such violent tearing.
With a "rip," the flimsy fabric was torn off by Meimei, who, holding the piece, leaped away from La Zhuangzhuang and darted towards Yan Luoxi, wagging its tail, seeking praise.
Master, master, I've dealt with her for you, hurry and praise me, praise me.
