"Shut your filthy mouth!" Wan Chu'er glared at Ma Tianjiao, her gaze as sharp as a sword's edge shooting towards her, making Ma Tianjiao somewhat flustered.
"What did you say?" Ma Tianjiao shouted back, her voice tinged with inner fear.
Wan Chu'er coldly said, "If you have a problem with me, speak openly and straightforwardly. Don't be passive-aggressive like a gossipmonger. Where I live has nothing to do with you. It's just a crappy laptop; I, Wan Chu'er, don't even care for it!
I warn you, stop being passive-aggressive around me. I have a bad temper, and if you provoke me again, I can't guarantee what I might do!"
After she finished speaking, she swiftly kicked out horizontally, "boom" went the sound as the chair beside Ma Tianjiao toppled to the ground.
"Ah—" Ma Tianjiao screamed in fright, shrinking back and asking, "What... what do you want to do?"
Wan Chu'er sneered disdainfully, "Consider this a warning!"
