She nearly fell over.
Ye Anqi suddenly stopped, took off her shoe, and threw it fiercely—
"Ah!" Ji Luo grunted, her head being hit.
Another shoe came flying, almost knocking Ji Luo unconscious.
Ye Anqi quickly caught up, tackling her to the ground...
When Timothy arrived, he saw the two women entangled on the floor.
Ye Anqi's hair was messy, and her white dress was already dirty.
She was barefoot, her delicate white feet exposed.
Ji Luo was in worse condition, pinned under Ye Anqi, one cheek red and swollen, and one hand bitten by Ye Anqi, with blood oozing out.
Her face was a ghastly pale with pain, yet she refused to let go.
What were they fighting over?
Timothy rushed over to pull Ye Anqi, "Stop it, let go now."
Ye Anqi didn't listen at all, biting down harder.
Ji Luo's hand was about to have a chunk of flesh bitten off.
"Ye Anqi, stop it. Let me handle whatever it is."
"..."
"If you don't release your bite, you'll ruin your teeth."
Inside, Ji Luo was crumbling.
