***
Feng Qinglang was so scared that he slammed on the brakes.
Leng Wanxin tumbled out of the car, rolling several times on the ground, startling the car behind them into an emergency stop, followed by cursing at the crazy woman.
Feng Qinglang got out of the car quickly, picked her up, and threw her onto the sidewalk nearby.
"Leng Wanxin, you're really crazy!"
Feng Qinglang was grinding his teeth in anger, wishing he could slap her eight or ten times to see if she would still act so willfully and drunkenly.
"Yes, I am crazy, what's it to you!"
Leng Wanxin stood up from the ground, her shoes gone. The spot pierced by glass shards was still bleeding profusely, sand mixing into the wound...
It hurt!
But she felt an even greater pain somewhere else!
She would rather bear the pain of the wound!
With her skirt now slightly too long for lack of high heels, she walked barefooted with her head held high and chest out, just as she always did, striding forward.
