Nan Jiaojiao stood there without moving.
Expressionless, not even the corners of her eyes twitched.
With a shout, Han Qi indeed attracted quite a crowd of onlookers, but Nan Jiaojiao's expression really made him feel intimidated.
He always felt like the next second he was going to get his throat slashed.
He was known for his thick skin, so it didn't make sense for him to hold back the rest of his words; standing tall, he bellowed, "She knocked me out, delivered me to another man's bed, and then walked away without a care, what a heartless woman!"
Hmm?
"Knocked out?"
"Delivered to another—"
"Man?"
"Bed!"
The surrounding crowd sure knew how to pick the buzzwords.
With each word that popped up, Han Qi could clearly hear it, and he actually blushed.
Even though he had racked his brains to come up with those words, why did they sound so different when others said them?
So damn embarrassing!
