This time she fell heavily, her entire face slammed straight towards the ground, her features all hitting that hard floor, causing her to scream in pain.
Ji Xinxin crossed her arms and watched her coldly, chuckling twice, then mocked, "Oh, Ling Yunshu, even God dislikes you. If you get injured somewhere, come find me, sis will give you money for plastic surgery. This face really doesn't match your vicious heart."
At first, everyone was suppressing their laughter, but whether it was because Ji Xinxin's words were too funny, or Ling Yunshu's embarrassing posture was too amusing, everyone couldn't help it, and they all burst into laughter.
Ling Yunshu just lay there motionless on the cold floor, everyone was laughing at her, pointing fingers at her, and no one came forward to help her. She became the laughingstock of everyone...
