A Lesson

"Luo Ying? There is no quarrel between us, right? What are you doing?" Han Min looked at Luo Ying's hand that was holding her wrist.

Han Min tried to shake off Luo Ying's hand, but Luo Ying held on tightly. Luo Ying was slender, but she was well-trained.

Han Min frowned. "What is the meaning of this? Let go. Don't you know my background?"

"Oh, everyone knows your background, alright. Is this how your mother taught you?" Luo Ying spoke slowly.

Han Min felt the killing intent in Luo Ying's eyes. She suppressed a shudder and glared at her with hatred. "My mother wouldn't let go of anyone who ruined my clothes."

Han Min raised up her dress and showed it off. "Do you know how much this dress costs? It's the work of the famous designer David. This one costs ten million."

Min Yu lowered her head. Her hair was disheveled. She couldn't help but tremble when she heard the price Han Min mentioned.

This was not a small number.