The abacus in her head all calculated, Fera's face once again broke into a smile, looking all forgiving.
That kind of "forgiveness", in Nia Mitchell's eyes, was pure acting.
"President Zhong, it's all my fault, that's why I got into a fight with… uh…"
Damn it, she had no idea what this brat's name even was.
"That's why I ended up clashing with her. With this kind of thing, I should've given way to her a little. It's just that she's too… too…"
Fera said this and even pretended to wipe her tears, like she'd suffered some enormous grievance.
"Don't blame her, don't blame her, it's my fault. Even if she bullies me, I should endure it. After all, she has connections, and I'm just a plain, ordinary artist, right? For this kind of thing, I only need to be more tolerant. Even if she keeps doing it over and over and over again… sob sob… I shouldn't have fought back!"
What Fera said actually moved everyone a little.
Oh my God!
