Out of nowhere, completely unguarded.
The formidable "static mode~~~," like an inner strength Qigong wave, penetrated Li Zheng's body and mind in an instant.
Li Zheng struggled to support himself, leaning on the table, his eyes bulging as he stared at the contemptuous smile on Lin Yujing's profile.
In his grief and anger, he seemed to shrink a little more.
Is this fate...?
Or is it a coincidence?
No.
None of the above.
This was a deliberate act of human design!
Pretend you're not showing up, then backstab unexpectedly.
Could have won fair and square in an open fight, but still chose to sneak attack from behind.
Damn it.
Li Zheng wished he could flip the table.
If he had known earlier, he would have sped up, or at least checked.
Zhang Tao screwed me over!
As for Jinghua, whoever wants to go can go for all I care!
On the stage, Zhang Tao was somewhat baffled, but he still raised his hand and urged, "Um, Li Zheng, can you hurry up a bit?"
