Could it be Wang Qingyi? Good god, she was quick with her moves. Not only did she set her up at work within a few days, but she also had people come over to teach her a lesson.
What audacity!
Su Qingtong rolled up her sleeves, putting her hands on her hips and lifting her chin defiantly, "You guys wouldn't happen to be the thugs Wang Qingyi sent, would you? Come on, let me show you what kung fu really is."
Silence fell upon the crowd.
Zhu Dafu's jaw nearly hit the floor, itching to throw this oblivious woman aside. What Wang Qingyi's thugs? Couldn't she see she was spouting nonsense?
"Where is she?"
A man's voice suddenly broke the quiet of the corridor, deep and slow, as chilling as if dipped in snow water. Su Qingtong had already noticed the man standing front and center.
