Hannah was inspecting her face with a mirror that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, saying calmly, "You brought that upon yourself."
After she finished speaking, she looked at her still flawless and exquisite smiling face in the mirror and sent a flirtatious glance, "Makeup is intact, no acne, you are indeed the most considerate, my hardship has not been in vain."
Tiffany Lynch was so angry that her chest hurt. She glared at the person who was still inspecting herself in the mirror and said fiercely, "Hannah Winter, from now on, we're enemies!"
Hannah glanced at her through the mirror and smirked, "I thought we had been that way for a while now."
Tiffany choked, then turned and left.
Just a few steps away, she heard Hannah's cheerful voice from behind, "Miss Lynch, don't forget to change your clothes. You're now in Class F."
There was deep hatred in Tiffany's eyes, as if it was about to drip out, her tightly clenched lips turning pale.