"What do you want?" Ning An raised her head, her eyebrows and eyes somewhat stern.
She didn't like people touching her casually, especially strangers.
The latter was caught off guard by her piercing gaze, startled for a moment by the sharpness in her eyes, then remembering that the other person was just a girl, merely putting on airs, he raised his eyebrows and questioned, "What do you mean, Junior? We're all from the same school, after all. I greet you nice and polite, and you treat me with this attitude—don't you think that's a bit disrespectful?"
"Who are you? Why should I give you face?"
Ning An really didn't like the other's presumptuous tone, acting as though he were some kind of important figure that she had to show respect to.
Moreover, respect is something one can only lose by oneself.
"You..."
