She almost instantly got into character.
The script in her hand became her dagger, and she walked step by step toward the supporting actors playing the leading roles, her gaze one of contempt and mockery with a hint of youthful immaturity, perfectly fitting.
The leading actors covered in mud retreated step by step under her approach, feeling oppressed: "Ye... Ye Zizheng, don't come over, mixing with them won't end well for you."
"So what? Stay bullied forever with you guys? Little cripple." Gu Zhi sneered, pulling out the "dagger" from her pocket.
Due to nervousness, her hand shook slightly as she tightened her grip on the dagger, pointing it at the two, her eyes shifting from cold indifference to tension, yet she forced a calm demeanor, threatening, "Hand over your money, or I'll... I'll stab you."
