"You're saying I'm trying to blackmail you? I, Liu Nai'er, may be poor, but I have my pride, and I would never stoop to extortion!"
Liu Nai'er clenched her teeth tightly, her hands covering her dislocated leg, struggling to hold herself up. When she came to her senses, she looked at Ao Yitong with astonishment, her pretty face flushed red with indignation, and she retorted.
"What, did I say something wrong? Stop pretending. Seeing how pitiful you look, I might give you some money later. It's better than seeing you a few years from now, grown up and being kept by some man outside!"
Ao Yitong, believing she had everything under control, scoffed in mockery and disdainfully replied.
"You..."
Liu Nai'er's slender body trembled violently, and her eyes gradually reddened.
Then, she sat down right there on the floor of the bus aisle, her hand still clutching her leg.
Her face wore a mixture of grievance, sadness, confusion, and pain.
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.