Chapter 43: Li Qiao is My Dad, and Even More So, Your Ancestor

Of course, the slap was never going to reach Li Qiao.

The moment the woman made her move, Li Qiao had already calmly picked up the thesis materials on the table and, as the palm was mere centimeters from her cheek, she used the thick materials to forcefully knock the woman's wrist back.

Under the effect of inertia, the woman's body swayed unintentionally, and she propped herself against the table with barely concealed anger, her eyes slitting with fury, "You dare to fight back?"

Li Qiao remained indifferently seated in her original position, and the teachers who had rushed over to separate them now stood protectively by her side, warning the woman not to strike again.

Li Qiao found this whole scene quite ironic.

In truth, ever since that exposé was posted last week, few in the campus sought the truth; the majority of students, including the teachers, predictably had their opinions led by the prevailing winds of public sentiment.