As a heartthrob, Zeng Rou had countless ways to hook a man's gaze and just as many to shake off their pursuit. She was adept at dealing with all sorts of lecherous men; otherwise, she wouldn't have managed to stay safely single up until now.
Seeing Qin Hai bent over in pain, Zeng Rou huffed, held her proud neck high, grabbed her suitcase, turned, and walked away.
But before she could take her second step, a hand firmly grasped her delicate, boneless wrist.
"You think you can walk away without an apology?"
Turning around, Zeng Rou saw Qin Hai, who had just been grimacing in pain, now looking at her indifferently, his hand tightly holding her wrist.
"Let go!" Zeng Rou's expression cooled several degrees in an instant.
Qin Hai narrowed his eyes, "What's with you, woman, have I harassed you, or molested you? You call me a pervert without a second word and even stepped on my foot, isn't that a bit too much?"