"Hit a woman? Isn't that a bit much?" Lin Tian asked, holding Wang Tao's wrist lightly.
His wrist suddenly seized, Wang Tao turned in anger, only to find himself facing a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, which intensified his fury as he bellowed, "Brat, get lost!"
As he spoke, Wang Tao started to struggle fiercely, trying to free his wrist from Lin Tian's grip.
But Lin Tian's strength was not something Wang Tao could easily escape.
Feeling Wang Tao's futile struggle, a faint smirk appeared on Lin Tian's face.
"You!" Wang Tao jerked his arm again in desperation, his face turning somewhat reddish from exertion.
Seeing Wang Tao's strenuous efforts, an idea flashed through Lin Tian's mind, and he gently relaxed his grip.
Thud!
Because he had been using too much force, when Lin Tian suddenly let go, Wang Tao couldn't control his strength and fell backwards, crashing into the chair behind him.
He landed heavily on the ground.
