She clung pitifully to Xiyan's calf, sobbing and wailing, bearing no trace of her earlier domineering posture.
Xiyan lowered her gaze and looked at Yang Shurong in this pathetic state. The only thing she felt was the ecstatic gratification of revenge, devoid of even the faintest shred of sympathy.
With a slight lift of her lips, she spat out a single word coldly, "Scram."
At this point, Xia Shiyi was starting to panic.
The thought of her days in the detention center terrified her so much that her whole body began trembling.
Yet Xiyan's attitude ignited a furious anger in her once again.
Gritting her teeth, Xia Shiyi snarled, "My mommy is your elder! She begged you so much already—what more do you want? And didn't your mother slap me in the face too? Doesn't that make us even already?!"
Beside them, An Ran felt her worldview shatter, "Xia Shiyi, are you out of your damn mind? Since when does a simple apology mean Xiyan has to forgive you?"
