"Are you fucking kidding me?" White Snake stepped forward, the butt of the gun suddenly hitting the girl's face. Tang Xin's body swayed back a few steps, collapsing down the wall; her beautiful face, which countless people dreamed of, swelled up.
She recognized the girl, and White Snake raised an eyebrow: "Look who it is, isn't this the big star of Star of Art?"
White Snake viciously pinched Tang Xin's face, lifting her off the ground, her eyes like two glass windows, once gentle as water, now dim, like a candle flame about to go out.
"You think these little tricks could fool me?" White Snake's voice was cold, glancing at the open window behind the girl, "We always have a companion left outside, those little brats must still be in the academy."
"Who hired you? I can pay double," Tang Xin rasped.
White Snake laughed as if she'd heard the funniest thing in the world, drawing the dagger from her waist and gesturing it on the girl's face.
