Zhang Ziwen felt awful. What could he do to her? He wasn't about to actually scar her beautiful face. He regretted stopping her earlier—hadn't he just invited trouble? He shook his head in a self-deprecating manner.
"You...you better leave." Zhang Ziwen was at a loss, letting her go reluctantly.
"Humph, what a waste of time." Hearing his helpless tone, the beauty knew she'd stumped him. She turned around gorgeously with a triumphant smile and walked away superciliously.
Getting slapped out of nowhere by a beauty and not being able to retaliate—who told him to look where he shouldn't?
Zhang Ziwen's mood hit rock bottom, and he didn't want to do any business anymore. He closed up and went to sleep, his temper venting on the shutter as he pulled it down, which made a harsh noise.
