Shaking her head.
Constantly shaking her head.
Right now, Lia seemed to only be capable of this one action, and at this moment, what remained deep in her pupils was only panic and unease.
What could she have done wrong?
It was just a case of professional ailment acting up, with itchy hands, wasn't it?
If you steal something and return it, won't that be fine?
Why did she just crash straight into such a massive iron plate! Now it's all gone pear-shaped, totally screwed.
All Lia felt was endless regret.
"Respected world-first strongman Zhang Beixing... I wonder if you could forgive my ignorance?"
"I beg for your forgiveness for my mistakes, after all, I still count as young and ignorant, I..."
"..."
Apologetic words spilling from Lia's mouth seemed endless.
Various phrases, some English words Zhang Beixing had never heard before, mixed with some Lanxi Kingdom French, were spoken in a jumble, leaving Zhang Beixing in a cloud of confusion.
"All right, stop, hold it."
