But Irish behavior at that moment was slightly unpleasant. She rubbed her eyes unconsciously and sometimes twisted her facial muscles. Joseph, opposite her, was concerned about whether her little arm had been broken.
"Doctor Irish, how many parts of you I still don't know?" He had never got to know a woman who could knock a strong man down with only an arm. He didn't think it was a kind of self-protection under the emergency, or she was like a blinded squirrel finding a nut. It had been out of his expectation that she even had such a tough side.
"Mr. Dover, you were originally not familiar with me." Irish lowered her head and looked at her slightly red arm, thinking the neck of that strong man had been too stubborn and didn't directly answer Joseph's question.
Joseph didn't speak but smiled; seeing that she was still rubbing her arm, he shook his head and pulled it. "What do you want to do?" Irish was slightly surprised and prepared to withdraw her arm.
