When the young man appeared again, he was already being stepped on by Ye Yuqiao.
"To strike rashly without even understanding your opponent, aren't you just courting death?" Ye Yuqiao looked down at the young man with the posture of a monarch, chastising him. It was hard to imagine that just a few hours ago she was the little girl coquettishly demanding sweet nothings from Chen Hao.
Having said that, Ye Yuqiao lifted her foot and kicked the young man into the night sky.
Seeing this, the remaining two men and two women were all stunned into silence.
Who exactly was this terrifying and arrogant young woman? All four of them were desperate to know the answer.
"If you don't make a move, you'll end up like that kid just now, kicked away," Ye Yuqiao said emotionlessly, her tone growing ever colder. It seemed as though she didn't need to lift a finger; her icy tone and gaze alone could kill an enemy.