Zhao Chuchu glared at the man who was lying on the ground now.
"I hate it when people follow me like that."
Qiao Heting lay on the ground. He couldn't even react to what the lady had just done to him. All he knew was that he was standing one second and tossed around the next. It hurt so much that it was hard for him to get back up.
All his image was ruined by a simple throw from a lady.
"You don't have to go so far." Qiao Heting gritted his teeth.
That was the first time in his entire life to have experienced such a defeat.
Fortunately, it was very late at night, and no one saw it.
"I did warn you last time to never sneak up on me."
"But, I didn't sneak up on you. I was waiting for you."
"Yeah, right."
Qiao Heting got back up and complained. "I just wanted to ask you what happened back there. You didn't have to try and kill me for that."
"If I really wanted to kill you, you'd been a corpse by now."