There was another thud. All the people present only saw that Zhao Youlin had taken a few steps toward Zhao Yifei's direction with a smile on her face. Then, a figure was thrown to the ground in a flash.
When they looked again, Zhao Yifei was already lying on his back on the ground. His back hit the ground hard, letting out a loud thud.
And as the party in question, Zhao Yifei was actually no more sober than those bystanders on the side.
In fact, he only had time to see the contemptuous smile at the corner of Zhao Youlin's lips, followed by a sudden feeling as if his arm had been pulled hard by something, and his body suddenly unable to maintain its balance.
After that, his body was suddenly up in the air. It was until his back knocked on the floor when the pain directly spread from his spine to his neck, did Zhao Yifei finally realize what had just happened. He was thrown out by Zhou Youlin easily!
