"Ye Miao, there's no one around now. You better take your revenge while you can," a male student who was on good terms with Ye Miao egged him on from the side.
Ye Miao had a gloomy face and remained silent.
"Amiao, don't tell me you're scared?" Li Jingqi elbowed him, intentionally provoking him.
"For such a big man to be afraid of a little girl, how pathetic."
As expected, reverse psychology worked to some extent.
Ye Miao clenched his fists and strode towards the opposite street corner.
Seeing this, the rest followed closely behind him.
After all, when it came to watching drama, the more, the merrier.
Ye Jiuliang played with her pellet drum casually, suddenly sensing an ominous aura headed her way.
Lifting her eyes, she saw Ye Miao coming toward her with a menacing air.
A few boys around his age followed behind him.
They clearly meant no good.
Her eyes slightly raised, and her red lips curled into a dangerous arc.
"Amiao, your little sister is actually quite pretty."
