This fall was indeed terrible—Fu Yuesheng had not anticipated Ji Ruyan's move at all.
He saw stars from the impact and it took him a good long while to recover his strength.
Feeling a wave of pain over his entire body, Fu Yuesheng glared at Ji Ruyan and rebuked fiercely, "You actually dared to throw me, the Princely Heir!"
Ji Ruyan raised an eyebrow, "May I ask, Princely Heir, with which dog eye did you see this lady lay a hand on you?"
Her voice was neither loud nor soft, but it also conveyed her disdain for him.
And her cold and disdainful face added, "Princely Heir, this road is not owned by the Guiyan Prince Mansion. I was walking properly in front of you, how could I know that suddenly you would fly in front of me?"
"Ji Ruyan! You—"
Fu Yuesheng was so angry he felt like spitting blood, yet he couldn't find any evidence that it was her who had moved against him.
She looked so delicate and weak—could she really be the one who had taken action against him just now?
