C37 An Ingrate

"Puff!"

Mo Xiaomin almost spat a mouthful of beer onto her face, "What!? You, you, you. . . Who? Who bullied you?"

Ann Qianqian lowered her head and let out a long breath.

"Hey, you wretched girl is so anxious. Say something! Who the hell bullied you? Tell me, I'll beat him up for you!"

The shadow of sadness in Ann Qianqian's heart was once again hooked up