When everyone saw how cocky Yang Sitong was getting, all of them started chiming in.
"Leave the scarf!"
"That's right! Return it to us! That's our prop!"
"Hurry and take it off, hurry!"
Naturally, there was no way Yang Sitong would do that.
She looked at a couple of girls that were closing in on her nearby as her body suddenly stiffened slightly and an image flashed through her mind uncontrollably.
Mo Feifei was looking all frail and pale, surrounded in the middle by a group of high school girls in absolute despair. She too had no clothes on her body, and her eyes were filled with dread and misery.
Pleading, Mo Feifei begged relentlessly, and was even crying out tragically.
However, no one let her off as they bullied and trampled on her…
Yang Sitong's body could not help but jerk out into a shiver. Could she be just like how Mo Feifei was back then right now?
She spun around and met with Shi Guang's eyes.