Ignoring the strange smell, she reached out and pinched Xing Ying's chin: "Of all the people you could provoke, why on earth did you touch Ma Qiaolan!"
Gu Jin's voice was calm, yet it couldn't hide the danger surrounding her.
"Mmm mmm mmm..."
Xing Ying kept shaking her head, trying to break free from Gu Jin's control.
Tears kept streaming down her face, looking so pitiful.
Looking at the pitiful, helpless, and embarrassed girl in front of her, Gu Jin's heart didn't waver at all.
She slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, a faint golden light flickered in her gaze.
Through Xing Ying in front of her, Gu Jin saw what Ma Qiaolan had experienced, saw Xing Ying and another girl mercilessly attacking Ma Qiaolan.
Those images flashed by quickly, taking only a few seconds, all captured by Gu Jin in her mind.
Ma Qiaolan's helplessness, her despair, her trembling, her fear, all were clearly seen.
