After being hit by Zheng Junlan with the book like that, the bubble on Pan Zhilin's nail had already burst, and that tiny fish was nowhere to be found.
She looked at her nail and exclaimed in distress, "Ah! My little fish! My 500 yuan! You... you're too much! You owe me 500 yuan!"
"Owe you 500 yuan? You wish! Pan Zhilin, I'm telling you, if you dare to trap me like this again, see if I won't tear you apart! And I don't care if it's 500 yuan or 5 thousand, or even 50 thousand, I'll throw it at you just the same!"
Saying that, Zheng Junlan raised her head and proudly returned to her seat. Pan Zhilin sat in her chair, glaring at her with eyes full of hatred. She sneered and stopped looking at Pan Zhilin.
This damned woman dared to trap her like this, and if she caught the opportunity, she'd definitely pay her back!
Qin curled his lips and whispered to Wen Xiaojie, "Look, their fight has gotten extreme! It used to be a behind-the-scenes struggle, but now it's life or death!"
