On the way to An Village, Song Xinyue kept her eyes closed and said nothing.
"Your feet should be able to walk on your own. I guess you don't need anyone to support you. After all, not long ago, you could run and jump freely."
With a mocking smile at the corners of her mouth, Song Yao said, "So let's go by yourself. I don't think it's necessary to use that crutch." Song Xinyue clenched her fists. She was going to get rid of Song Yao tonight. She had had enough of her arrogance.
"What is the stress response? Don't you understand?"
"No matter how stressed you are, who can do that like you?" Crossing her arms over her chest, Song Yao leaned against the car with contempt in her eyes and eyebrows.