Feng Yue picked it up and tore it up swiftly.
This action finally enraged Irina and all her admirers around her, regardless of gender.
"Enough!" Irina stepped forward, her eyes icy cold, "You have no right to let him tear up my photo!"
For her, this was nothing short of humiliation.
Teng Yunmeng sneered, pointing to the young man with brown hair, "He also had no right to ruin God Ying's sachet. A tooth for a tooth, what, can't handle it now?"
Irina's chest heaved with evident anger.
"Irina, don't be mad." A boy beside her spoke up coldly, "I've already called the regional manager. They humiliated our classmate, they better not think about drawing lots tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yue grew tense, "God Ying."
"Don't be afraid," Ying Zijin was calm from start to finish, "Just wait."
The manager arrived quickly.