Halfway through the conversation, Yan Shuirou once again charged fiercely, trying to snatch the exceedingly irritating jewelry box.
Yan Xiaye skillfully dodged her attack, and in a split second, she kneed Shuirou in her soft abdomen, watching coldly as she heavily fell onto the cold bathroom tiles, "Yan Shuirou, maybe I can't beat Li Beicheng, but beating you is still very easy."
With her entire body aching intensely from the fall, Shuirou had never endured such suffering in her life, especially at the hands of Xiaye, whom she had always looked down upon.
Filled with rage, she lunged at her again, her beautiful face contorted with madness, "Yan Xiaye, I order you to give it to me right now!"
Xiaye didn't expect her to get up so quickly. Her arm now sported several bloody scratches, and she frowned in disgust, "Yan Shuirou, you really are insane!"
"That's right, from the first moment I saw Beicheng, I was crazy for him!"
