"After you're done with her, take a few more photos, and she won't dare to call the cops, hehe," another voice with ill-intent spoke.
At these words, both Hao Jian and Zhao Yating were infuriated—these people were too shameless.
"Do you have any knives or sticks or something like that in your room?" Hao Jian asked.
"Yes!" Zhao Yating nodded, then turned to grab something. "Here, teacher," she said.
"Hmm?" Hao Jian looked at the nail file in his hand and couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows before saying to Zhao Yating, "Are you kidding me? Did a monkey invite you to be a joker or what?"
Zhao Yating frowned, expressing her displeasure. "Teacher, you're swearing!" she said.
"Ah!" Hao Jian covered his face and sighed. Was that really the point?
"What's wrong?" Zhao Yating asked, looking puzzled.
"Nothing, it's just that fighting with bare hands will do. Put away your "sharp" knife before it accidentally stabs someone to death," Hao Jian said.
