Face Hurts, You Can Provoke Anyone But Si Fuqing (3)

"Look at this, they can't even afford decent skincare, let alone a house in Mo City," Cen Xiaosi remarked, weighing a bottle in her hand. "I wouldn't even want these if they were given to me."

With a careless gesture, she let the bottle slip from her fingers.

It shattered on the floor, spilling its contents everywhere.

Not stopping there, Si Fuqing kicked the bedside table with her foot, causing more bottles and jars to crash to the ground, creating a chaotic mess.

Among them, a small metal tin remained intact, but she deliberately emptied its contents, dirtying her hands.

"Come on, let's cut up their blankets too," Si Fuqing said with a mocking smile. "For stealing my spotlight today."

Determined to teach Si Fuqing a lesson, she wasn't going to let this slide easily.

The other girl followed her lead, and soon they left the room in shambles before returning to their own room, preparing for a bath.

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