A dog cannot change its nature, and Ning Jin was no exception—she couldn't rid herself of the habit of feigning weakness.
Barely two sentences into their conversation, she began shedding tears, crying as if Chi Yu had bullied her.
Chi Yu had witnessed this charade countless times before and was so used to it that it was almost amusing.
"I thought you were afraid of me now, but it seems I was mistaken."
Chi Yu stretched her neck slightly, tilting her chin at Ning Jin. "Follow me."
Ning Jin stood still, unmoving.
In public, Chi Yu wouldn't dare to do anything.
But once they were somewhere private, who could predict what this audacious and unrestrained girl might do?
Ning Jin took a step back, her peripheral vision catching a group of boys passing by.
They were all about six feet tall, dressed uniformly in basketball jerseys, with their leader skillfully dribbling between his legs.
