"Sister, I know you don't like me, but you can't sulk and not come home all night just because of that."
Yu Xinman spoke, her eyes turning red again: "Do you know how worried I was?"
Her words carried far too much information, and the surrounding classmates couldn't help but gasp audibly. Even the way they looked at Yu Zhi turned slightly odd.
Taking in all of this, a strange pleasure stirred deep in Yu Xinman's heart. She clenched her palms tightly, her tear-filled eyes brimmed over right afterward.
"Finished with your performance?" Yu Zhi's expression carried displeasure, her gaze ice-cold enough to chill: "Done with your act? Then get lost."
If she had known this person was such a nuisance, she would have dealt with her directly in the beginning—it would've saved her from hopping around endlessly in her view every day.
"You..."
Yu Xinman felt the raw sting of humiliation deeply. She bit her lip hard, her body trembling uncontrollably, as though overcome with rage.
'Bang—'
