As the words fell, Shen Tingting and Yu Xiaoqin walked through the crowd.
As Yu Xiaoqin passed by Qiao Mo, she paused slightly and whispered, "Qiao Mo, don't be smug!"
Qiao Mo's expression remained unchanged as she said lightly, "There's nothing to be smug about when crushing a pawn with an intelligence deficit like yours."
"Hmph! Fine, we'll see!"
With those words, Yu Xiaoqin stomped heavily on Qiao Mo's foot.
Qiao Mo, however, was prepared and happened to take a step back, avoiding it, knowing well that someone like Yu Xiaoqin, who lacks brains, would rarely swallow this insult.
Yu Xiaoqin's foot landed hard on the marble tile, and the pain shot through her sole, making her already ugly face turn a few shades greener.
She glared venomously at Qiao Mo, gave her shoulder a heavy bump, and brushed past her.
Qiao Mo's lips curled into a cold smile as she staggered a bit from the bump, yet somehow stepped on the hem of her skirt.
"Ah!!!"
