Myra clicked her tongue and shook her head. "She likes you. Why do you push her into the fire?"
Farrar curled his lips, "Who told her to bully my sister?"
"Am I that easy to be bullied?" Myra sneered.
Farrar looked at her thoughtfully, "You have been bullied by Lydia for many years."
Myra was a little stunned, and then smiled with self-mockery. "She has someone to back her up, but she won't be able to do that again."
In the past, she cared about what Olson thought of her, but he always favored Lydia.
Now she didn't care.
She wouldn't be hurt by someone she didn't care about.
At this moment, Beni
er for being impolite, some encouraged Myra to dance, and some encouraged Myra and Benita to have a battle. All of a sudden, the crowd burst into an uproar.
With a smile at the corners of Benita's mouth, she felt confident. She was majored in dancing. Street dance was one of the dance she had participated in, and she had won a prize!
In terms of battle in a bar was just a piece of cake. With her dancing skills, she could attract everyone's attention in an instance. How could she lose to this 'old woman' who had been sitting in the office for a long time?
She stood up and said, "'Sister', battle, dare you?"