The palm print on Qian Jiahao's face and the blood flowing from his mouth were all too real.
Zhang Xiaowei furrowed his brow, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
That's right, that day outside the art exhibition venue.
Two guys tried to splash ink on me and Xiaolan, and even though there was no wind, they somehow ended up splashing themselves.
I remember at that time, it seems like I also instinctively waved my hand in the same way.
There was also the time when Hongmei and I were kidnapped.
The thug sitting next to sister Hongmei, when he tried to harass her, I reacted just like that with a punch.
I didn't really hit him, but that guy flipped right under the chair.
Adding up today, that's a total of three unbelievable incidents.
I didn't have the chance to think more about it at that time, but now that I ponder over it, it seems like it really was my issue.
With this in mind, Zhang Xiaowei really wanted to try again.
