He stared at her fixedly.
She desperately hid her hands behind her back. Even she couldn't believe it—how could she dare to use force? She had actually used force against this guy! There had been times when she desperately wanted to beat him up, but before, she wouldn't have even dared to think about it. Well now, would he really let her get away with that punch?
Wan Donglin glared at her. He saw her persistently backing up, her body already brushing against an old banyan tree. She looked vigilant, like a startled rabbit—uneasy and anxious.
It was always like this! He couldn't even remember how many times he had suffered a great loss at her hands—yet every time she hit him or hurt him, she put on the expression of a victim. It was really quite strange. He pondered: has this female swindler vented her anger? It should count as venting, right?
