Because the collision was so fast, Zheng Zheng felt as if he had stuck his head out of the window of a speeding car; even his eardrums were compressed by the rapidly passing air, causing him a brief spell of dizziness.
"Don't!" Watching the wall rapidly approach in his field of vision, Zheng Zheng screamed in terror, knowing that if he hit it, his brain would burst.
"Hey, is this any of my damn business now?" Tang Zheng, holding Zheng Zheng by the hair, stopped just inches from the wall.
"It's not!" Zheng Zheng, lacking any backbone, smiled ingratiatingly, hoping to first get Tang Zheng to let go of him before finding someone to deal with him.
Tang Zheng didn't answer, instead pressing Zheng Zheng's head against the wall. Although the hallway was heated, Zheng Zheng already felt a chill.
