"I, I..." I stammered, as Han Shu rolled up her sleeve, revealing a crisscross of scars, some deep, some shallow, large and small, on her otherwise fair forearm.
Jiang Mingyue squinted slightly: "Did Ning Yan hit you? But what does it have to do with her? They don't seem to be familiar with each other, do they?"
"Comrade Jiang, I know you're capable, can you, can you help me and make Ning Yan stop hitting me?"
If her spiritual power couldn't enter Han Shu's mind, she might have felt a bit of sympathy, after all, they are both women, if women don't help each other, who else would? But after seeing it, she lost the inclination. Han Shu's true purpose wasn't seeking help, but rather using Jiang Mingyue as a tool.
The ever-growing crowd stopping to watch the commotion confirmed it.
