Wang Han was wearing a black tank top, a white miniskirt, and a pair of black leather boots. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her delicate features complemented her beautiful, oval-shaped face.
However, her brows were knitted together, and her beautiful face wore a cold expression.
This sparked a sudden wave of disgust in Zhao Dong. He looked at Wang Han and said coldly, "If you have something to say, say it."
Wang Han stomped her foot in anger. "Zhao Dong, who gave you the right to talk to me like that? What are you so arrogant about? You're just a veteran, a broke nobody. Know your place!"
Zhao Dong gave her a look, said nothing more, and turned to walk into the courtyard. He had no desire whatsoever to interact with her.
This only made Wang Han angrier. "Zhao Dong, you stop right there!" she yelled.
