How could she let her go?
How could she let her leave so easily?
She wanted her to taste the bitterness of utter humiliation, to feel what it was like to be pointed at and mocked. She wanted to crush her into the mud! Let's see what pride she has left afterwards!
Just two steps away, Qiao Yin grabbed her again. Impatience flashed through Qiao Mo's eyes, and she turned around, pressing the plate in her other hand onto Qiao Yin's face.
Then, with a 'bang!', she tossed the plate onto the table.
Everything went silent instantly. Two slices of cream cake mixed with fruits plastered over Qiao Yin's face, large swathes of cream and jam tangling with her hair, making her look utterly ridiculous.
Qiao Mo looked coldly at the people in front of her, her icy gaze sweeping across each of them.
"Is this ever going to end? Or do I really need to prove just how much of an ungrateful wretch I can be?!"
