Chapter 167: Making a Living Through Craftsmanship

Dare you?

Fan Tingting felt Jiang Xiaorou was particularly ridiculous, facing death yet still being defiant.

"What do you think?" Fan Tingting's pupils dilated, she glared fiercely at Jiang Xiaorou: "If it weren't for you, my hands wouldn't be severely burned. The doctor said that, even if my hands can function normally in the future, with the significant loss of flesh and tissue, they look uglier than ghosts. Do you know what my job is? I'm a hand model, I make my living with these hands."

Fan Tingting sneered.

"You ruined my hands, it's the same as ruining my livelihood. Also, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have lost the new contract—an opportunity for me. Jiang Xiaorou, I'm so mad I could throw you into a frying pan right now, did you know that?"

Fan Tingting gritted her teeth; she hated Jiang Xiaorou to the bone.

Hand model?

Jiang Xiaorou hadn't really seen it, but she didn't think she had done anything wrong; everything was self-inflicted by Fan Tingting.