He Shasha discreetly clenched her fist, and from the corner of her eye she spotted a suspicious figure sneaking around the doorway. Overcome by curiosity, she quickly walked over and slapped the person on the shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
"Buzz off!" The person didn't even bother to turn around, just huffily retorted.
He Shasha's temper immediately flared. From childhood till now, no one had ever dismissed her in such a way, let alone a complete stranger.
She reached out to grab the person's neck, a move perfected from her early days fighting in school—it was incredibly efficient.
But no sooner did she try to grab the person's neck than she found herself being flipped around, her world spinning before she was thrown to the ground.
Her back hit the ground painfully enough to stifle a tear.
"Huh?" The man who had attacked her was surprised to realize his opponent was a woman. His handsome, devilish, yet crafty face momentarily went blank.
