After that, she slammed her phone the ground.

The phone screen went black in an instant and fell apart.

A series of moves, everyone was stunned.

Chen Ranran reacted, shook his hand and touched his nose, and felt a hand of blood.

Her hands trembled violently, and she looked up with red eyes.

For a moment, she almost wanted to tear Shi Yi to pieces.

"I'm fighting with you! You fool! ”

Shi Yi slapped her again without hesitation, and directly stunned her in place.

"My father is the executive chairman of Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School and the chairman of Chuanxing Group, what did you do with me?"

Shi Yi sneered and wiped the blood on his hand on Chen Ranran's collar.

She gently brushed away the broken hair on her face, sorted out her appearance, and spit out coldly: "What qualifications do you have to yell in front of me?" I want you to disappear from Qingcheng, but it's just a matter of one sentence. ”

When Shi Yi said this, indifference appeared on his face.

Her beautiful Zong's pupils were cold, and the warm temperament around her disappeared, replaced by a sense of oppression, "Shen Dang called you Chen Ranran just now?" Chen Ranran, guess what, if you dare to do anything to Shen Dang, will you be unlucky first, or will I be unlucky first? ”

A few words of understatement successfully stunned everyone at the scene.

In the final analysis, it's just a group of milky little girls, who think that violence can solve everything, and think that the struggle between people and people can only be considered painful if they are fist-to-flesh.

But Shi Yi never knew what it really was to see blood and seal his throat.

She just never bothered to do it.

Shi Yi does not like people who oppress others with power.

Ironically, this is all she can use these days.

Chen Ranran's hand hung in the air, and he didn't dare to put it down for a long time.

Her face was unpredictable and painful.

She knew that Shi Yi was right.

The coercion of power, if you really don't have to use your hands, can make people lose all the confidence to fight evil...

The first to lose was Cai Ping.

She ran between Chen Ranran and Shi Yi, and the flesh on her face trembled because she was too nervous.

She panicked and said, "Shi Yi... I'm sorry... I don't want to do this to you... Can you please not hold me accountable..."

"Cai Ping! What are you talking about! Chen Ranran's voice was sharp, and he raised his hand higher in a bluff, "I'll clean up this little slut now!" ”

"Sister Ran!" Wu Wei had been looking at her smashed and torn mobile phone, and at this time, she finally couldn't bear to lower her voice and said, "Enough!" Enough is enough! What do we fight with Shi Yi! ”

Chen Ranran saw that all the people were looking at him expressionlessly.

The blood around her cooled, and she opened her mouth, leaving only the fear of Se Li Neiran about to come out.

Her hand slowly lowered, and her voice was dry: "Just let her go?" ”

"Sister Ran, our family is an ordinary family, I'm not angry, but I can't let our whole family be buried for you, right?"

"yes, what are we going to do to fight the giants?"

"Shi Yi is the eldest lady, we are just ordinary people..."

"Sister Ran... If you want me to say, you just don't want to trouble Shen Dang, why bother? ”

Chen Ranran wanted to refute, but cold sweat began to break out on her body, and she felt difficult to say a word.

How ridiculous, she actually started to get scared.

Shi Yi knows that now is almost the best time.

She didn't really plan to do anything to these girls, after all, if she really made a big deal out of it, not to mention her parents, even if it was Shang Ying's resignation, it would be enough for them to suffer a lot.

These girls are at fault, but not to the extent that they implicate the whole family.

Shi Yi didn't want to do that.

She turned, ready to leave.

Just a moment when she raised her eyes, she saw Shen Dang.

The young man has dark hair and deep eyes, and there is a brilliant ear drill in his ear, and his face is extremely cold, dripping into ice.

He stood in the doorframe, his posture grim, his hand hanging from his trouser leg, clutching a knife, the edge of which emitted a terrifying chill.