The sharp porcelain shard came slashing toward her.
"Ah..."
Ji Qingxin couldn't dodge in time and a gash bloomed with blood on her face.
"You'll find out soon enough what I intend to do," Qiao An said expressionlessly, disturbingly composed, like a cold-blooded assassin.
She grabbed Ji Qingxin by the neck with one hand and pushed her down to the ground.
The floor was a mess, covered with broken porcelain.
Ji Qingxin lay on the ground, screeching in pain, while Chen Min's blood rushed to her head in anger, "You slut! Let Qingxin go!"
Chen Min lunged forward, trying to push Qiao An away, but before her hand even touched Qiao An, Xia Lin grabbed her by the shoulder and flung her out.
Bang!
Chen Min fell to the ground with a cry of agony.
Ji Zhicheng watched the scene before him in dumbfounded shock, everything had happened so suddenly there was no time for him to react.
"Stop...stop it!" Ji Zhicheng shouted angrily, his gaze fixed on Qiao An, "Qiao An, what are you doing?"
