Yan Xiaoran crossed her arms and watched Zhao Liuyin with interest.
She didn't cower in fear in front of her nor did she let her have the satisfaction to see a reaction from her as she challenged, "Go on. Do me a favor and call them."
Her fearlessness made Zhao Liuyin hesitate.
What's going? Why wasn't she scared? Zhao Liuyin thought to herself. She wanted to see Yan Xiaoran begging for forgiveness and ask her to not call the police with tears and mucus on her face and yet, Yan Xiaoran remained indifferent like she was watching a boring movie.
Yan Xiaoran raised an eyebrow when she met her gaze before tilting her chin slightly upward.
"What's taking you so long? Do you want me to help you call them?" Yan Xiaoran taunted her, knowing that Zhao Liuyin most probably didn't have any idea that she was released from prison for several days now.