A few people were kneeling there. The rain, choosing the most inconvenient moment to fall, poured down relentlessly.
They were all soaked to the bone, looking like drowned rats. Someone began to complain, "This is all your fault! Why did you two have to pick a fight with Sister Cuihua?"
"Keep chirping and I’ll beat you to a pulp," Qingchun retorted fiercely, scaring the other person into silence.
Chapter 117