Song Jingwan huffed and sneered in pain. "Ha... Can you look at what you're doing before you say that?!"

Her bones were about to be crushed! Who knew how much strength was hidden inside Song Yaoyao's weak and harmless-looking body!

"I'm different from you." Song Yaoyao blinked as she spoke confidently. "I have no morals, so don't try to blackmail me with morals! I can hit whomever I want~"

"You..."

Song Yaoyao endured the pain as cold sweat trickled down her forehead. She furiously turned around, ignoring her own image, and gripped Song Yaoyao's hair.

"I won't let you mess around with me! Either give me back the 200,000 or....Mm!"

Song Yaoyao furrowed her brows in annoyance as she easily grabbed back at Song Jingwan's hair. Her leg bent as she kicked and Song Jingwan subconsciously kneeled in front of her.

The girl wore her hair up in a ponytail, revealing her clean forehead.

Her appearance was beautiful, and her lips were red like roses. She had an intimidating vibe like the antagonist of a story.

Meanwhile, Song Jingwan kneeled in front of her. Those that didn't know would probably think that Beauty Song was being bullied.

"You only have this role. Nothing else."

Song Yaoyao glanced down at her condescendingly. The alluring look in her eyes grew, and as she looked down, her childish vibe completely disappeared.

"Let me say it one more time. I've already done what I promised. This is the only role I can give you. Take it or leave it. As for the secondary female lead..." Her lips curved upwards slightly. "Go fight for it if you have the ability. Don't worry, I've always been open and honest. I won't play any tricks!"

The winter sun shined in from the window in the stairwell and danced around on the girl's forehead. Her face was like a blooming morning rose. A sweet smile appeared on her lips; almost sweet enough to produce a scent.

But her actions were so rough and violent.

Her vibe was complex but it strangely matched.

Sweet, beautiful, yet bad and wild.

"Classmate Song, I've already collected all the practice papers. Do you want to look through them...?"

A gentle voice interrupted them.

An Feiran stood at the top of the stairs and looked toward the narrow corner.

"Feiran!"

Song Jingwan held back her tears and looked up. Her stiff back relaxed. Her hands dropped and she stopped struggling.

The girl's face was covered in tears and her eyelashes were moist. Strands of hair were stuck to her face and she looked pitiful. She was kneeling in front of Song Yaoyao, her clothes in a mess as her jet black hair was being tugged.

Anyone that looked at her would pity her.

Let alone someone who once liked her, right?

"Feiran, save me!" Seeing that An Feiran wasn't responding, she cursed on the inside and cried harder. She stretched out her hand as she sobbed. "I was simply showing my concern for Yaoyao. Who knew she never treated me as an older sister..."

Song Yaoyao licked her lips and turned her head. There was no shock nor panic on her face.

"I will look through the papers later. If you're out here, what's everyone else doing? Are they causing trouble?"

"Feiran!"

Song Jingwan froze. She never imagined that the boy who was completely in love with her before, would actually do nothing when he saw her being bullied!