With a look of disapproval, Mu Xiaoxiao said indifferently. "Oh, I never asked for your thanks."
It was just that she couldn't stand watching them anymore, not that she was trying to act the part of a good person.
Mu Xiaoxiao glanced down at the bruise on her leg, which seemed quite serious, and she said tepidly, "You should go to the infirmary."
"Mind your own business!" An Zhixin said angrily as she grew increasingly resentful toward Mu Xiaoxiao.
This world was too unfair!
How could girls, who were scheming like Mu Xiaoxiao, be able to become Yin Shaojie's girlfriend?
And she, who was too kind, would be bullied with no one willing to help her.
Was this the cruel reality?
Why wasn't there a male protagonist, who would appear in the nick of time just like in the novels to save the damsel in distress?
Her anguish grew as she ruminated, resenting the heavens for being unfair toward her.