Xia Xiyan looked down at her condescendingly, "What am I doing? Of course, using one's own methods to counter them!"
"You..." Qiao Qianmo struggled to stand up, only to feel an intense pain in her left knee.
In an instant, Qiao Qianmo was overcome with rage, abandoning any pretense of softness. Her true colors exploded as she roared fiercely, "Are you crazy? What gives you the right to hit people!"
The next second, the other party raised her foot again and brutally kicked her right knee!
"Ah—"
Qiao Qianmo had just managed to stand and, with that kick, crashed to the ground again, this time dramatically face-planting like a fool.
Compared to how Xiyan had fallen miserably on stage earlier, this was an even worse humiliation.
The pain brought tears streaming down Qianmo's face.
Xiyan looked at her state coldly and spoke sharply, "Just teaching a b*tch a lesson. Who needs justification for that?!"
"Who are you calling a b*tch?!"
