Qiao Xi stood in front of the storage locker, stuffing her belongings into it. A few delicate-looking girls gathered around her, obviously up to no good.
She turned around calmly and asked, "Is there a problem?"
"You still bring a lunchbox? Let me see what kind of dishes you have," one girl named Wu Yachun snatched it away, accidentally spilling it on the floor.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't hold it steady." Her smile was filled with malice.
Qiao Xi pressed her lips tightly together, watching as Aunt Qian's carefully prepared meal was wasted, frustration swelling in her heart.
"Still angry, huh? Country folks really can't hide their petty nature." Her delicate face wore a look of triumph. She fanned the air with her hand and asked, "Do you smell that fox-like stench?"
"It's so musky."
"Qiao Xi, it must be coming from you, right? Let us help you out."
They laughed and started to spray disinfectant alcohol on Qiao Xi, mocking her as they sprayed.
