The cold tiles of the toilet cubicle were close to Chu Nan's back, and every breath carried a strong smell of rust mixed with urine odor. He huddled in the corner, and the collar of his school uniform was roughly torn open, revealing the bruises and bruises underneath. The toe of Zhang Hao's polished leather shoe accurately hit his ribs, and the dull impact echoed in the small space, accompanied by the suppressed sneers of several followers around him.
