Though the fury in Luomei's heart raged like a towering, overwhelming tidal wave that threatened to drown her last shred of reason, a stunningly powerful willpower deep within her resilient soul rose to the occasion at this critical moment, forcefully crushing down the nearly uncontrollable, frantic impulse to start a reckless brawl.
She bit down hard on her lower lip, her pristine white teeth pressing so tightly they seemed on the verge of breaking the skin. Her facial muscles twitched violently from extreme rage, every tremor serving as proof of the fury tearing through her body. Her eyes were wide, shooting out a gaze so blazing it seemed capable of reducing everything before her to ashes. Forcing the words out one by one through clenched teeth, her voice low and hoarse—like an icy curse echoing from the deepest abyss of the netherworld—she spat, "Get lost. Take Tang San and get lost immediately. Disappear from my sight right now, or God knows what I might do." Her tone carried the chill of ten-thousand-year-old ice, every single word piercing straight to the bone with a bone-deep frost that made one shudder instinctively, sending a chill down the spine as an invisible grip of terror squeezed the heart.
Hearing Luomei's words, Teacher Zhao's expression remained as calm and unruffled as a bottomless pool, not a single ripple of humiliation stirring in his heart. However, Ning Rongrong, standing right beside him, was an entirely different story.
Chapter 69