"Don't you know who our Big Boss is?"

An Ruoyao looked a little confused. Big Boss? Shen Xun?

At that moment, she watched as Shen Xun walked over to Song Yaoyao and said gently, "Big Bro, what should we do with her? Should I break one of her fingers?"

Before Song Yaoyao even spoke, An Ruoyao's heart slowed down in fear.

"Shen Xun! How dare you!"

She looked around in a panic. The girls she used to get along with pretty well were now staring at her like she was an enemy.

She felt that if Xu Yue hadn't done it first, the others would have stepped forward to give her a kick.

"We are all civilized people, it's not good to be violent."

An Feiran shook her head and suggested, "Let's get her to compensate. The dress was custom-made and it also caused Yaoyao to lose her opportunity on stage. Do you know how sad Yaoyao was? We should charge her for both the cost of the dress and the emotional damage she caused."

"Would that be a bad idea?"

Song Yaoyao played with her pen and furrowed her brows, pretending not to agree.

But those that knew her could clearly see that her eyes were glowing.

An Feiran nodded. "Sigh... Yes, that might not be so good. I guess we should just beat her up then."

Song Yaoyao's eyes curved. "Uh huh, that's better."

An Ruoyao wanted to curse out loud. No, this was not better at all.

As Xu Yue rolled up her sleeves and started to approach, she closed her eyes tightly in defeat.

"I'll compensate! I'll give you money!"

An Feiran sighed. "Is this voluntary?"

"Yes, voluntary!"

If An Ruoyao doubted how united the third class was, then after today, she truly learned whether they were united or not.

From now on, no one would know better than her.

She spoke quickly, afraid that Xu Yue's slap would land on her face if she was one moment too late.

She knew how ruthless Xu Yue could be. In the past, she was the one who handled a lot of the dirty work.

Who knew she would end up on the receiving end.

She gritted her teeth. She was about to lose a large sum of money.

As she looked at the string of zeros, her heart broke.

Everyone knew she was a part of the An Family, but not many people knew that she wasn't from a direct line of descent, she was simply living with them.

Apparently, the real heir was someone else and he had been given this title from birth.

"When will you delete your post?" An Ruoyao glared at Song Yaoyao and asked coldly.

"Post? What post?" Song Yaoyao tilted her head and spread her palms innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."

An Ruoyao was extremely frustrated. "Stop acting! Isn't this enough money?"

"Schoolmate."

The boy's voice was clean and clear. An Feiran swiped through the forums and chuckled. "The video has its own price. Just now, you were only paying for the dress and the emotional damage you caused," he reminded kindly.

"What?!" An Ruoyao was about to lose her mind. She glared fiercely at An Feiran. "An Feiran, don't go too far."

"Schoolmate, I think you need to understand something: I didn't hold your hand and force you to destroy the dress, nor did I drag you in here. There's no point getting angry at me, you should ask if everyone is willing to let you go..."

An Feiran spoke gently as he gestured for her to look around.

An Ruoyao looked around in fear. Everyone was staring straight at her and the classroom doorway was blocked.