"I don't know who the boss of our Class 3 is?"
A trace of confusion flashed in An Ruoyao's eyes, boss? Shen Xun
Then, she watched Shen Xun walk to Song Yaoyao's side, and asked in a 'gentle' tone, "Brother, how does she solve it? Do you want to keep her fingers?"
Before Song Yaoyao could speak, An Ruoyao was so frightened that her heart beat half a beat slower.
"Shen Xun! You, you dare!"
She looked around in a panic, and the few girls who played well at the beginning all stared at her as if they were enemies.
She felt that if Xu Yue hadn't made the move first, the others might not be able to resist stepping forward, surrounding her and kicking her one by one.
"We are all civilized people, it's not good to fight and kill."
An Feiran shook his head, and suggested: "Let her compensate. The dress was custom-made, and it made Yaoyao lose the chance to perform on stage. How sad was Yaoyao at that time? So the cost of the dress and the mental damage fee, Nothing less."
"Is this...wouldn't it be too good?"
Song Yaoyao fiddled with the pen, frowning and pretending to disapprove.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see that her big eyes are about to shine.
An Feiran nodded, "Oh... it seems that it's not very good, why don't you give me a beating."
Song Yaoyao squinted her eyes, "Mmm, this is better."
An Ruoyao felt like cursing her mother, no, she didn't think it was good at all.
Seeing Xu Yue rolling up her sleeves and walking towards her, she closed her eyes tightly and confessed in time.
"I'll give you money! It's not enough if I give you money!"
An Feiran sighed softly, "Voluntary?"
"Voluntary, voluntary!"
If An Ruoyao used to scoff at those remarks about how to unite Class 3, then after today, whether Class 3 is united by the town or fake united.
An Ruoyao felt that no one could empathize with her better than her.
She spoke quickly, afraid that Xu Yue's slap would come up after a while.
She knew how ruthless this woman Xu Yue was, and she did many shady things in the past.
It turned out that she didn't expect that one day, these things would fall on her.
She gritted her teeth and was cheated out of a large sum of money.
Looking at the string of zeros, her heart was bleeding.
Outsiders only know that she is from the An family, but few people know that she is not a direct descendant of the An family at all, she was just raised in the old house.
I heard that the real young master of the An family has another person, and this person has been established as the heir since birth.
"When will the post be deleted?" An Ruoyao stared at Song Yaoyao and asked coldly.
"Post? What post?" Song Yaoyao tilted her head and spread her hands innocently, "I don't know."
An Ruoyao was heartbroken, "Stop pretending! Isn't this much money enough?!"
"classmate."
The boy's voice was clean and clear. An Feiran checked the balance of the class's account and chuckled, "The video is the price of the video. What you paid just now is just the dress and mental damage."
He reminded him kindly.
"What the hell?!" An Ruoyao was going crazy, she glared at An Feiran fiercely, "An Feiran, don't go too far."
"Student, I think you need to understand something. I didn't hold your hand to damage other people's clothes, nor did I drag you into it. Actually, it's useless if you blame me, I think you need to ask everyone , would you like to let you go—"
An Feiran spoke softly, motioning An Ruoyao to look around.
She looked over in fear, everyone was staring at her, and the door of the classroom was already blocked.