Feng Luo shook her head gently, "I'm fine. In the Beggar Gang's Old Mansion, no one dares to bully me."
There was a hint of harshness in her words, her eyes staring fixedly at Ye Liang, as if to say she would remember this debt.
Feng Luo was indeed someone who held grudges; the losses she suffered today at Ye Liang's hands would not be forgotten, and she would certainly pay it back someday.
"What exactly is going on here?"
Although Luo Qi's heart leaned towards Feng Luo, he couldn't make it too obvious on the surface. Not knowing the situation, he could only treat it as a squabble between two children that had escalated out of anger and humiliation.
Feng Luo sneered, "Nothing much, just someone who got exposed and became furious."
Ye Liang stood straight, her lips tightly pressed, her gaze cold and clear as it swept around, finally resting on Feng Luo.
Now she was like fish on the tip of Feng Luo's knife, unable to act rashly.
