Chapter 133 Iâm not interested in knowing about your familyâs matter.
She reached out and patted Nikita on the shoulder: âSister Nikitaâ¦â
However, before she could touch the girl, her wrist was pinched.
The girl who has just been buried in a book raised her head, her beautiful and delicate face was very cold, and her eyes were freezing and alienated.
Her aura was even more indifferent, as if saying that âI am in a bad mood, whoever makes me angry will dieâ.
Such a strong aura made a group of boys who were secretly watching her quickly bow their heads like thieves.
They dared not look her in the eye.
Yvonne was pinched by her hand, and her face turned white, as if she were in great pain. Her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and her voice was weak. âSister Nikita, let me go, my hand hurts.â
Nikita didnât really pinch her hard.
She looked at Yvonne acting in front of her with a straight face, and suddenly curved her lower lip, increasing her strength of her hand.
This time, she pinched her wrist with some force.
âAh, it hurts!â Yvonne suddenly let out another cry. This time, her voice was not soft and weak, but sharp and harsh like a turkey that had been stepped on its foot.
People around her were startled.
Yvonne broke out in a cold sweat on her forehead. It was so painful that she even wanted to cry.
Certainly, she pretended to be painful just now.
But she didnât expect Nikita to suddenly increase her strength. She felt that her hand was about to break.
How painful her wrist was!
Nikita didnât mean to let go. Yvonne cried again in pain, and cold sweat fell from her forehead: âNikita, let me go, let me go! My hand hurts, just let go!â
âThatâs OK?â Nikita looked at her who was seemingly going to faint, and let go of her hands in disgust.
She also said in an indifferent tone, âI remember that I have told you-if you call me by such a disgusting name again, I will be rude to you.â
âDid anyone steal your memory, and you couldnât remember it?â
Yvonne looked down and saw a red mark on her wrist.
She knew that many people around them were watching.
She blushed at once, wiped her tears with the hand that Nikita had pinched out a circle of red fingerprints, and said wrongly, âNikita, how can you do this? I came to see you because I was worried about you. What have I done to you? Why did you treat me like this?â
âYou are worried about me?â Nikita suddenly smiled.
âOâ¦of course.â Yvonne looked into Nikitaâs half-smiling eyes, and felt like she was seen through in an instant. Somehow she felt guilty. She blinked and pinched her little finger. âMy brother and parents are worried about you, too. Because of your business, the whole family didnât sleep well last night.â
âEveryone is trying to find a way to let the police station let you go. Now that you have come out, why didnât you tell us? Do you know how worried we are about you?â
âZoey told me that you went home yesterday and moved all your things. Are you blaming us for not helping you? But thereâs nothing our parents can do. Theyâre also anxious, and theyâve been trying to find a way. If you do this, it will hurt themâ¦
Nikita suddenly got up and squeezed her fists in front of Yvonne, and the impatience and violence in her eyes. were almost overflowing. âShut up. Iâll tell you for the last time, I have nothing to do with the Swifts.â
âIâm not interested in knowing about your familyâs matter, so you donât have to come to tell me.â