The kick wasn't light, and the middle-aged man squatted on the ground, unable to rise for a while.
The sound of quiet footsteps approached, and a pair of white shoes entered his field of vision.
The ferocious expression on the man's face froze as his gaze moved upward, and he involuntarily locked eyes with the woman's deep and cold pupils.
In his heart, he felt a sudden jolt of fear.
"What, what do you want to do? I'll tell you if you dare to mess around, I will definitely sue you." The imposing aura oppressively made the middle-aged man's heart quiver with fear, and he stammered as he spoke.
Ye Jiuliang sneered coldly, reached out to grab the collar of his neck and dragged him up, and with an icy voice, she ordered, "If you don't want to be hit, just stay still."
Upon encountering the viciousness in the woman's eyes, the middle-aged man was so intimidated that he stood rooted to the spot; by the time he came to his senses, his hands were already bound.
