An Xiaxia hadn't fully recovered and she hadn't been eating well in the past few days. Her small face was pale and her chin had apparently gotten skinnier.
Even now, she could still feel the pain in the bones of her left hand as well as the injuries all over her body which were definitely no less severe than Jian Xin'er's light wound.
However, not one person was willing to ask her if she had been bullied or not.
There was also no one willing to investigate the truth and figure out what really led to Jian Xin'er's wound.
Her eyes were filled with tears, but she desperately fought to not let a single drop fall.
An Xiaxia took a deep breath before she continued, "That's great. Because actually, I don't even want to stay at this lousy school anymore. What a bunch of so-called heirs and heiresses… a bunch of teachers and leaders who don't know right from wrong… You don't need to kick me out, because I volunteer to drop out!"
