The girl named Nan An flung her hand away in anger, her face full of disdain and provocation, "What are you afraid of, aren't you still part of Watercolor! Our little one got bullied, and you don't even dare to stand up for her, yet you have the nerve to say you love her! This woman doesn't dare to call the police, yet she has the face to call them over, fine, go ahead, call them, tell the police you're a mistress, we just can't stand you being the third party, acting in righteousness!"
"Nan An, say less."
"Enough talking, let's go."
A few timid girls tried to pull her away.
Nan An shook off their hands, furiously picking up the unused paint on the ground, "Hah! Bunch of cowards! If you want to leave, go by yourselves, I'm not leaving! I want to defend my little one, you're afraid of her, but I'm not!"
Suddenly, she impulsively rushed over with the bucket, startling the two workers beside Gu Linxi, who shouted, "What are you doing!"
