Then look at Liang Xiaoling and a bunch of girls.
Lying on the ground one by one, with swollen faces and footprints all over their bodies, they lay on the ground like dead dogs.
Especially Liang Xiaoling, that little bitch.
More than eighty percent of the attacks by Zhao Ling'er and the other three girls were focused on her.
If her face was beautiful before, now, it's a complete mess.
Among them,
the most exaggerated is Liang Xiaoling's body.
She was a major target, almost deformed.
"What are you screaming for? All of you shut the fuck up for this lady!" Zhao Ling'er snorted coldly.
Seeing Zhao Ling'er with her hands on her hips, that fierce look in her eyes, she looked every bit the tough girl.
Liang Xiaoling and the others were scared pissless.
Each of them clamped their lips tight, and even though their bodies were in pain, they forced themselves not to make a sound.
