Even Sophie Jenkins herself didn't expect that Skye Brown, who seemed so weak, would suddenly make a move against her.
Not only did she slap her hand, but she also viciously cursed them as—dogs?
"What did you say? You young girl, how could you be so uncultured and speak such foul language!" Sophie Jenkins furrowed her brows, putting on an elder's demeanor.
"You followed Ian Moore, so at the very least you should be my junior. As Ian's Mom, I give you some advice, and you still dare to talk back? Heh, as expected, you're from a small and insignificant family, completely unpresentable... Oh, you... you, you, you... what are you doing, let go!"
Sophie hadn't finished her words when her finger, pointing at Skye Brown, was suddenly grabbed by the woman.
Skye Brown didn't waste time with her and grabbed her right index finger that was randomly pointing in front of her, and twisted it outwards.
