She did not like Gu Manxi.
She was indescribably annoying.
Zhao Manshi was at the age of being unruly and willful. She could not accept the fact that her second sister, who was beautiful and lucky, had suddenly appeared out of thin air.
As she was crossing the road in her high heels, the sound of an urgent bell suddenly came from the roadside. Someone shouted angrily, "Get out of the way! The rickshaw is sliding down!! Don't you fucking look at the road?!"
Zhao Manshi frowned. An out-of-control antique rickshaw was sliding down the slope at an astonishing speed. Zhao Manshi's face immediately turned pale. She subconsciously wanted to dodge, but her high heels were not strong enough. She twisted her foot - the rickshaw was about to rush over.
Zhao Manshi was so scared that she quickly closed her eyes.
At the critical moment, a pair of warm and powerful hands wrapped around her waist and quickly pulled her to the side.
