"Bad mouth?"
Qiu Die's attempts at intimidation not only failed to scare Yang Sheng but got her mocked in return.
The twins were inexperienced, completely unaware of how vicious someone like Qiu Die could be. Yang Sheng was different; she knew all too well the level of malice from this kind of trash, which was purely invasive.
Yang Sheng stared at Qiu Die, with sarcasm in her eyes: "You guys are really something, strutting around at a provincial model school thinking it's your trashy vocational school. Got the guts to do anything?"
"Trash should know its place back at the dump, understand?" Yang Sheng wasn't holding back.
Qiu Die flew into a rage, unable to control herself, she cursed angrily: "Screw you, your whole..."
Before she could finish, Yang Sheng swiftly raised her hand and slapped Qiu Die across the face, knocking her off the chair.
The crisp sound of the slap resonated through the store, drawing the attention of all the patrons.
