In his eyes, there wasn't even a trace of anger born from the kind of humiliation he had just experienced, being tossed around like a ball... or any plea for mercy.
Song Yao just sat there, quietly watching her, his expression calm, showing neither joy nor anger.
Is this... enlightenment after taking a beating from me?
The class president thought to herself. Of course, she wasn't interested in his state of mind and asked with a smile:
"What's wrong, Song Yao, not planning to struggle anymore?"
"I've already tried once," he sighed lightly and replied, "The result is that I'm no match for you. Even my grandfather can only rely on this house to barely keep you trapped here."
"I was wrong; I didn't expect that you were on a completely different level from those who have broken into this house before. They looked like seasoned professionals, yet they couldn't best a high school girl..."
"Cough... cough cough."