At that moment, Ning Xiaofei had already calmed down considerably.
She didn't want to explain much, nor did she intend to defend herself.
Getting into a physical altercation was something she had done only twice in her twenty-some years of life; once before this instance was back in elementary school when a classmate ridiculed her mother for being someone else's mistress. She had wrestled the boy, much taller and stronger than her, to the ground, leaving him with a bleeding nose.
She understood the reasons for her actions and knew that she had to take responsibility for her behavior.
Therefore, she simply stood there quietly, waiting for the other party to order her out.
Seeing that she remained silent, the expression on the face of the person in charge grew even darker.
"Ning Xiaofei, do you really think that just because you know Ji Mo, you can do whatever you want?"
