Compared to Gai Yu, what disappointed Ji Mo even more was Ye Qiao.
This girl he had always considered straightforward and genuine was actually scheming against her best friend, merely to win a championship.
Upon seeing Ji Mo, delight appeared on Ye Qiao's face; she rushed over and grabbed his arms.
"Ji Mo, thank goodness, I was just about to look for you. Let's find a place and have a good talk..."
Slap!
Before she could finish, Ji Mo's palm, carrying the wind, had struck her face.
He could not accept the reality before him, he could not bear another disappointment and betrayal.
This slap came so suddenly and fiercely that Ye Qiao, utterly unprepared, staggered and retreated two steps, hitting the wall. A red imprint appeared instantly on her left cheek, and blood oozed from the corner of her lip.
