Gina Sutton raised her chin arrogantly, "So what if I did? Summer Sutton, what can you do to me? Even if you tell someone about it, who would believe you?"
She admitted it straightforwardly.
Summer Sutton stared fixedly at Gina Sutton's smug face, her fists clenched tightly, anger boiling in her chest.
Gina Sutton didn't bother with her; she turned aside and nonchalantly started fixing her makeup.
Looking at Summer Sutton through the mirror, she snorted.
Summer Sutton's gaze followed her direction. Just when Gina Sutton was sure she wouldn't dare do anything, Summer Sutton suddenly charged forward, grabbed her by the collar, and swung her fist at her face.
"Do you know how annoying your face is? I told you not to mess with me! I'm not someone you can mess with! Time and again, haven't you had enough?"
Summer Sutton is a girl, but she's not as delicate as Gina Sutton.
The angrier she felt, the harder her punches landed.
She hit the face.
The face!
