"I'm cursing Sierra Summers, so what? Are you just like her, a man-stealing slut? A bitch is just a bitch!"
"Looking at how you're dressed, calling you a slut is being too polite!"
The woman, with bright red nails, gestured at Jasmine Jennings, her laughter sharp and piercing.
Sierra Summers had just walked to Jasmine Jennings' side, and upon hearing this, her eyelids twitched wildly.
Ugh.
You really asked for it.
If your mouth is filthy, you can't blame others.
Sierra Summers took the sunglasses Jasmine Jennings handed her, gave the woman a pitying glance, and said, "Why is your mouth so foul, what's the point?"
For saying "slut," wait and see how Jasmine educates you.
Sierra Summers stepped back, distancing herself from the battlefield.
Jasmine Jennings glanced at the woman calmly, rotated her foot in high heels, stretched her hand a bit, smiled at the woman, and slapped her twice right on the face.
"Slap—"
"Laughing?"
