The two were indeed at each other's throats, but clearly, Song Xiaodong's stance was more imposing than He Lingzhi's, giving him a slight edge in the face-off.
After all, Song Xiaodong was stronger than He Lingzhi, and she couldn't possibly beat him in a fight.
These past few days, He Lingzhi kept replaying the moment Song Xiaodong grabbed her in her mind. No matter how she thought about it, she felt she couldn't have dodged his grasp, which left her even more shocked. Just how strong was Song Xiaodong? Why was she like a helpless chick in front of him, her once-proud Kung Fu utterly useless?
"Where are we going now?" Song Xiaodong changed the subject.
"I'll take you to a nice place." He Lingzhi huffed, suddenly pressing a button in the car, which immediately roared to life and accelerated with a burst of speed.
The sudden move startled Song Xiaodong, making him reflexively lean back against the seat.
