"An Jingxing!" On the campus of T University, a fiery red figure stepped out of the golden Porsche sports car.
She was wearing seven-inch high heels, and her face was full of anger. Dior's latest sunglasses on the bridge of her nose contrasted with her long burgundy wavy hair, making An Jinmu look like she had stepped out of a fashion magazine.
The ones who come down are like stars.
She walked into the teaching building angrily and found the slender figure who was posting a poster on the edge of the corridor. She waved her hand and slapped him: "An Jingxing, okay, you dare to tamper with my paper, you
You don’t want to live anymore, do you?”
The woman who was beaten was wearing jeans that had turned white after being washed, and the canvas shoes on her feet had changed color because they had been worn for too long and had no time to wash. However, the owner of the shoes always stood upright, even at the moment of being beaten.
Didn't lower his head.
"I didn't do anything, I just did what I had to do."
An Jingxing's voice was not loud, just like her slender figure, as if it was coming from the empty valley, the breeze was blowing on her face, and it echoed for a long time.
"What should you do?" An Jinmu was so angry that she almost crushed the platinum bag in her hand, and threw the folder on her right hand hard on the girl's chest: "Is this what you should do? I
I asked you to write a paper for me, not to write a review for my sister’s cheating!”
"If you do something wrong, you should review it. This is my principle, and you asked me to write this paper. I am just discussing the advantages and disadvantages of cheating for others. Why, my sister's tutor doesn't accept this argument?"
The left cheek that had been slapped by An Jinmu was already a little red and swollen, but An Jingxing didn't seem to notice it at all. Even when he spoke, there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.
It may be true that her status is not as noble as An Jinmu's, but that doesn't mean that she will swallow her anger under An Jinmu's oppression.
Seeing that smile, An Jinmu's mouth became angry, "An Jingxing, you are just a servant staying in my house, how dare you..."
"Pa!" A loud slap sounded on the left side of An Jinmu's face. Compared with the slap that An Jinmu had just slapped on An Jingxing, this slap was louder and a little harder.
"Sister, at least I call you sister. Originally, I didn't want to care about the slap you just gave me, but now that you have said it today, I am just a servant who lives in your house... So, I'm sorry.
, I always like to retaliate with strangers, and slap for slap. Please don’t mind, Miss An."
An Jinmu didn't expect that An Jingxing would dare to hit her, so when the slap sounded, she couldn't help but froze.
It wasn't until the burning pain appeared on her cheek that she opened her eyeliner-covered eyes wide and stared at the girl in front of her. Her eyes wanted to tear An Jingxing apart to satisfy her hatred!
"An Jingxing! How dare you..." hit me! An Jinmu has been held in the palm of others' hands since she was a child. Her parents cherished her so much that they wouldn't even let her carry her schoolbag.
Such a delicate An Jinmu was slapped hard by An Jingxing today. The pain on her face was secondary. What was more important was that her pride as a princess was insulted.
A great sense of humiliation came over her, and she ignored the fact that she was standing in the most crowded corridor of the school, pointed at An Jingxing and shouted.
"An Jingxing, you are just a poor, stinky girl, why do you dare to hit me! Do you think you could have the life you have now if it weren't for your insane mother's surname An, who committed suicide? An Jingxing, you are ungrateful, ungrateful, and cruel.
