Song Yan Ning didn't even bother to glance back at the other party, walking towards her own seat.
"So arrogant!" The other party was unwilling to let Song Yan Ning go and advanced a few steps to block her way.
"Move aside!" Song Yan Ning's expression turned cold.
"I won't move. If you have the guts, hit me." Xu Bingyu looked at Song Yan Ning with disdain. She was familiar with all the sons and daughters of the upper circle in Beijing. She had never seen Song Yan Ning before and was certain that Song Yan Ning wasn't from Beijing, and even if she were, she couldn't possibly be from a major family. Bullying such a person was nothing to her.
"Bingyu, stop making trouble!" A man with a clear and distinct appearance approached, and a hint of astonishment flickered in his eyes when he saw Song Yan Ning.
