"Jiang Ruan! Jiang Ruan! Jiang Ruan!"
A ball of rage was swelling up in her chest, almost incinerating her completely, leaving her unable to calm down.
That woman was deliberately trying to mess with her, wasn't she?
She had specifically asked her about her skill level that day. She was just trying to make a fool out of her, wasn't she?
She had never been so humiliated in her life!
Pat pat pat——
A series of unhurried footstep sounds suddenly came from the side.
Next, she saw a man with a black umbrella stop. He bent over to pick up her bag. When he straightened up and moved his umbrella up a bit, Fu Jiajia saw an exceptionally handsome yet indifferent face.
Before her, the smoky rain seemed to cast a gray foggy layer over the man's glasses.
A chilling coldness.
The expression on Fu Jiajia's face suddenly froze, and it felt as if her neck was being forcibly strangled by an invisible giant hand. She began to suffocate.
"Thir... Third Brother..."
Her voice was trembling.
