"Qi Weiwei." Bulaila kicked over a bucket of dirty water, splashing Weiwei all over.
Weiwei clenched the floor brush tightly in her hand, took a deep breath, and turned to ask, "What do you want?"
"Nothing much." Bulaila smiled and said, "Recently, I've seen you behave very well, keeping a good distance from De Kaka. Obedient children like you should be rewarded."
"No need, I just want to study in peace." Bulaila definitely wasn't well-intentioned; Weiwei picked up the bucket and headed outside the classroom.
Bulaila's two followers stepped forward to block the way: "Leilei spoke very clearly, why wouldn't you want a reward?"
"I don't want it." Weiwei said sternly, "Move aside!"
Slap!
A crisp sound echoed in the empty classroom, Weiwei fell to the ground, covering the swelling redness on her face, her eyes filled with hatred.
Yatus sneered, "I thought you were quite good at pretending, but this expression is what I really wanted to see."
