บท 88: Embracing the New, Who Needs the Old

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Jin Jiajia, like a broken kite, was once again kicked into the wall.

This time, everyone could clearly see it. They slowly lowered their heads and gazed at the petite girl with a three-foot frame, dumbfounded.

Zhouzhou leisurely retracted her chubby legs, and took out a tissue to wipe her shoes, filled with pity. These were the new shoes her grandmother had bought for her, and she had managed to dirty them early in the morning. How unlucky!

Fuming with anger, the little girl rushed over and stood with her hands on her hips, saying, "You owe me a pair of shoes!"

Jin Jiajia was trapped in the wall, her whole body feeling like it was about to fall apart. Her face contorted in agony; she had no energy to respond to her words.

Witnessing the scene, the director also snapped back to reality and quickly said, "Call the police, call the police."

What on earth was happening? Had she gone mad? How dare she wield a knife in public and harm someone. She must be sick.