Chapter 448
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Cost is extra, dear.
"Who's the boss of our third class?"
An Ruoyao's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion. Boss? Shen Xun?
Then, she watched as Shen Xun walked to Song Yaoyao's side and asked in a gentle tone, "Big Brother, how should we deal with her? Do I have to keep her finger? "
Before Song Yaoyao could speak, An Ruoyao's heart skipped a beat.
"Shen Xun! You, you dare! "
She looked around in a panic. The girls who had played well with her back then were all glaring at her as if she was their enemy.
She felt that if Xu Yue had not made the first move, the others would not have been able to resist stepping forward and surrounding her to give her a kick.
"We're all civilized people. It's not good to fight and kill."
An Feiran shook her head and suggested, "Let her pay for it. That dress was custom-made, and it caused Yaoyao to lose the opportunity to perform on stage. Don't you know how sad Yaoyao was at that time? Therefore, the cost of the dress and the compensation for emotional distress cannot be reduced. "
"Isn't this … a little inappropriate?"
Song Yaoyao played with her pen and furrowed her brows, pretending to disagree.
But anyone with a discerning eye could see that her pair of big eyes were almost shining.
An Feiran nodded. "Sigh … I don't think that's a good idea. Why don't we beat him up?"
Song Yaoyao's eyes curved into crescents. "Yes, yes. That's better."
An Ruoyao cursed in her heart. No, she didn't think it was good at all.
Seeing Xu Yue roll up her sleeves and walk towards her, she closed her eyes tightly and admitted defeat.
"I'll pay! I'll pay you! "
An Feiran sighed. "Of your own free will?"
"Of my own free will!"
An Ruoyao used to scoff at the talk about how united the third class was, but after today, was the third class really united or just faking it?
An Ruoyao felt that there was no one else who could empathize with him more than her.
She spoke very quickly. She was afraid that Xu Yue would slap her if she was a little late.
She knew how ruthless Xu Yue was. In the past, she had done many shady things.
Who would have thought that one day, all of this would happen to her?
She gritted her teeth. She had been cheated out of a large sum of money.
Looking at the string of zeros, her heart bled.
Outsiders only knew that she was a member of the An family, but very few people knew that she was not a direct descendant of the An family at all. She was just brought to the old house to be raised.
It was said that the real Young Master of the An family was someone else. This person had been appointed as the heir since birth.
"When are you going to delete the post?" An Ruoyao glared at Song Yaoyao and asked coldly.
"Post? What post? "Song Yaoyao tilted her head and spread her hands innocently." I don't know. "
An Ruoyao was frustrated. "Don't play dumb with me! Isn't this amount of money enough?! "
"Classmate."
The boy's voice was clear and crisp. An Feiran checked the balance of the class account and chuckled. "The video is the price of the video. You only paid for the dress and psychological damage."
He reminded her in a friendly manner.
"What the hell?!" An Ruoyao was about to go crazy. She glared at An Feiran fiercely. "An Feiran, don't go overboard."
"Classmate, I think you need to understand something. I didn't force your hand to damage other people's clothes, and I didn't pull you into the classroom. Actually, there's no point in blaming me. I think you need to ask everyone if they are willing to let you go … "
An Feiran said softly and gestured for An Ruoyao to look around.
She looked over with trepidation. Everyone was staring at her, and the door to the classroom had been blocked.
(End of Chapter)
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