You're Qiao Mianmian?

Shen Yueyue already had a bad memory from the fall previously.

She hadn't expected Qiao Mianmian to have such a fighting spirit, given her usual gentle demeanor.

Qiao Mianmian's arm stopped in mid-air. Glaring at Qiao Mianmian coldly, she felt fear inside.

She intuitively took a step back.

But the moment she realized that everyone was still looking at her, she tossed another insult. "Bitch!"

She went on and sent a slap towards Qiao Mianmian's face.

But how could Qiao Mianmian allow that? She grabbed her hand before Shen Yueyue could hit her.

"Ah, it hurts. Bitch, let go!" Shen Yueyue yelled the moment her wrist was grabbed. Struggling, her face distorted with pain.

Qiao Mianmian was using a lot of force.

Even a man might not beat her in an arm-wrestling match.

Let alone a pampered girl like Shen Yueyue.