Shi Qianxi likes being hit on, but that doesn't mean she likes being hit.
Many things are just as contradictory as that sentence sounds.
"Didn't you want to hit me, huh? Come on then."
Shi Qianxi sneered, unyielding when she had the upper hand, fully embodying the epitome of arrogance.
None of Ruan Guang's six or seven buddies dared to make a move, not even to bluster,
As students from a top university, they weren't stupid; they could see the strength of the opposition.
What kind of person could afford such professional bodyguards, and not just one, but two?
"Blood, blood..."
Ruan Guang clutched his head, seemingly spellbound. This guy appeared to really faint at the sight of blood; he was scared stiff, completely lost in his own world.
"Call an ambulance, get him out of here. If there's any trouble, call this number."
One of the men in black suits handed out a business card as he walked over.
Someone instinctively took it.
