"Eh! You wretched woman, aren't you supposed to be at the company? When did you sneak back?" Pockmarked Face said, mistaking Cheng Qingsu for Cheng Tianxue.
"Who are you calling a wretched woman?" Cheng Qingsu sneered.
"I'm talking about you!" Pockmarked Face replied.
"Hehe!" Cheng Qingsu laughed.
"Hmph! You wretched woman, you dare to play with me! Don't think that just because someone is protecting you, I wouldn't dare to touch you! If you anger me, I'll still deal with you! A top-notch beauty like you with such a good figure, tsk tsk, imagining the feeling when we 'bang bang bang,' must be damn satisfying," Pockmarked Face sneered with a laugh.
"You're courting death!" Cheng Qingsu's eyes turned cold as she spoke.
Her little boots tapped on the ground as she quickly charged forward.
Her hands turned into claws, swirling as she aimed for the opponent's head.
"Getting furious now, huh? Kneel down for me!" Pockmarked Face sneered.
"Little Demonic Suppression Fist!"
