"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"
Yu Xiaoman slumped to the ground, coughing continuously while gasping for the fresh air. She had never realized just how crucial air was for her.
As she lifted her head and looked at Zhong Nianyao again, her eyes were filled with resentment, but more than that, they were filled with fear.
At this time, the others finally regained their ability to move.
Everyone's gaze fell on Zhong Nianyao; by now, any doubts about her had vanished, replaced only by awe.
Zhong Nianyao, looking down at Yu Xiaoman who was sprawled on the ground, hooked her lips into a cold smile, "Today's incident is but a small lesson for you. Remember, calamity comes from the mouth; think carefully before you speak next time. If you had encountered someone even more ruthless today, you'd already be dead."
"You—" Fear gripped Yu Xiaoman's heart, but her anger at Zhong Nianyao's arrogance boiled as well, "I won't let you get away with this."
