"Gulp—"
"Gulp—"
Yu Xiaochun's entire face was submerged in the toilet, water flooding her face and mouth, only then did she realize that it wasn't Song Anjing's head being forced into the toilet, but her own.
Clearly, the target was supposed to be Song Anjing.
How had it turned into her?
She was struggling with muffled cries, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
Her head was like a basketball desperately clamped against the backboard; as long as the person didn't release the ball, it would stay trapped up there.
Behind her, deathly silence reigned.
The girls who had been so arrogant moments before were now cowering in fright.
Qin Xin helped Song Anjing up, her foot still pressing on Yu Xiaochun's head as she looked around coldly, "Who called Anjing a thief just now? If you kneel and apologize, there's still time."
Everyone's hearts were pounding, so tense they felt their blood might run backwards.
