Tang Shimei crouched on the ground, her arms wrapped around her knees, her head buried between her legs, starting to sob softly.
"Weren't you acting all arrogant earlier? Didn't your parents teach you the saying, 'The intention to harm others is not to be had, but the intention to guard against others is indispensable'? If you wanted to harm me, you should have been prepared for my revenge before you even thought of it."
As they walked along, they hadn't even noticed anyone around them. When did Tang Rao manage to lurk so close? Why hadn't they sensed anything?
"Tang Rao? We only suspected it was you before, we didn't think it was really you who made the move!"
Yan Moyi's anger was no less than Tang Shimei's. His strength was comparable to Tang Rao's, but when he raised his hand to strike, he suddenly felt a restraining layer enclose him. The hand he had raised was immediately frozen in mid-air, unable to move.
