That jerk is really disgusting!
Olivia Jenkins glared at Daniel Marshall with a cold gaze, "Alright, this is my responsibility, I'll take good care of you."
Marshall's deep, dark eyes flashed, and his thin lips were pursed.
Suddenly, he was abruptly helped up by Jenkins.
"Your left leg is in a cast, and your right leg isn't damaged. I'm holding you up now, so walk slowly."
Daniel, relying completely on Jenkins, standing on one foot, was so annoyed that it seemed like fire would burst out of his eyes.
"Tell me, how am I to walk with one leg? Do you think I can fly? Or maybe you want me to hop along?"
"Ah... so you can't fly! I thought you could do anything!"
Marshall's look carried an ominous air, his countenance darkening.
His stern voice seemed as though it wanted to penetrate Jenkins' eardrums, "Don't try to provoke me; you might not like the outcomes."
