Mu Qiu looked at that terrified face. She was still a minor, and despite wearing makeup, it was still obvious. Just a kid who couldn't achieve anything in school, so she could only do bad things to gain attention.
But who wasn't a kid once.
Suddenly, Mu Qiu no longer had the intention to make this girl feel the same anger she did.
So she dragged the girl's hair again, making her face press against the corner of the wall, and asked her, "Do you think you did the right thing? Finding the home of an innocent person without using your brain to judge the truth of the news."
"Picking locks, smashing things, daring to speak harshly after bumping into me, what are you if not a stalker fan? Ask your Brother Cheng if he likes fans like you? Ask Cheng Zhi, would they accept a stalker like you?"
Every word perfectly triggered the girl's anger, and Mu Qiu loosened her grip a little, only to hear her cursing loudly.
