Ordinary people?
Zhu Xiangxiang was indignant, finding herself now labeled as ordinary people.
"Shaodan is my brother too. He's a grown man, how could you just hit him like that?" Zhu Xiangxiang hurriedly turned and twisted Zhu Shaodan's face, looking at it left and right, and said with pity, "Does it hurt?"
Zhu Shaodan's temporarily short-circuited brain finally reconnected, and he stared fiercely at Ming Jing, his eyes full of viciousness, startling even Zhu Xiangxiang, who was most familiar with him.
She had never seen Zhu Shaodan like this before.
"Don't look at me with those eyes, Zhu Shaodan. This is school, not the Qinglong Association. Your fists can't solve any problems here. People who only show off their bravery won't get far. If this continues, you'll only become a tool in the hands of others, without thoughts and personality. Once you lose your usefulness, you'll be ruthlessly discarded."
Ming Jing shook her head gently, her eyes filled with sadness.