The situation at this moment was indeed unfavorable for Lin Chuxia.
After all, An Mingzhu was lying on the ground, her little face pale as death, tears falling like they cost nothing.
Whereas Lin Chuxia, on the other hand, stood there with a cold expression, looking very much like she was bullying someone and still "acting high and mighty."
"Why do you think I kicked you, don't you know?"
As Xie Jinya and An Mingyu rushed in, Lin Chuxia looked down from above at An Mingzhu, who was lying on the ground, and said.
An Mingzhu's tears were on the brink of falling, and she sobbed, unable to speak, "Chuxia, I only brushed against your clothes..."
"Are you sure it was just a brush?" Lin Chuxia pursed her lips, her gaze growing heavy, "You came at me like a mad dog, tugging at my clothes, and you're sure it was just a brush?"
"Would you like me to demonstrate it to you?" As she spoke, Lin Chuxia grabbed An Mingzhu's collar before anyone could react and lifted her off the ground.
