"Heh, I cursed wrong? Your own deeds and I'm not allowed to speak of them? 'If you don't want others to know, don't do it yourself.'" The girl sneered with disdain, "Apologize to me!"
"Or what?"
"Or you're dead!"
"Oh." Chuzheng kicked the girl back with indifference once again.
The people nearby didn't even dare to breathe heavily.
If it were someone else, they would have come across as arrogant.
But the sense the girl in front of them gave was entirely different.
It was a sense of casualness that reached the ultimate level of indifference.
It was as if what she kicked wasn't a person, just a trash can standing by the side of the road. She wasn't happy, so she just kicked it.
Chuzheng took two steps forward, looking down at the girl lying in the bushes from above: "Still want me to apologize to you?"
Though she asked a question, no one present felt it was actually a question.
"You..." The girl's face turned ashen as she pointed at Chuzheng, shaking with rage.
