Just as she reached for more, a firm grip seized her right hand. Lan Ling’er, frustrated, kicked without looking.
“Oh my! My young master, are you alright?” Hu Gongong asked, concerned for his companion.
“I’m fine!” another voice responded. Lan Ling’er, clutching five skewers of tanghulu, tried to leave but was pulled back by her collar. Furious, she prepared to unleash her “Nine Yin White Bone Palm.”
“Woo… Mommy! It hurts!” she cried, covering her pained hand. Confused and frustrated, she wondered what she had done to deserve this.
“How dare you!” a voice bellowed as she turned around.
“Who are you? I don’t know you! If you’re sensible, leave! You little brat, daring to provoke me! Hmph! You haven’t even grown your hair! Go home and take care of yourself!” Another young man, notably handsome like Lee Joon-gi, taunted. “How bold! Someone, slap this person’s mouth!”
Since childhood, he had only faced severe criticism from his father, and today, no one had dared to speak to him like this, infuriating him further. He was ready to find someone to vent his anger on.
“Wait! Who are you? What gives you the right to slap my mouth?” It felt like a joke. Since crossing over, nothing had gone smoothly; today, he was stopped by a little brat. His luck seemed terrible lately. He thought it best to run away and pray to various deities to spare him from further bullying.
Lan Ling’er clenched her fists, taking slow steps backward, then suddenly stumbled back, hitting something hard.
“Oh my! Did I hit a stone?” She looked up with watery eyes to see a mountain-like man glaring at her.
“That, hehe, your muscles are well-developed!” she laughed, though tears threatened to spill: it hurt so much!
“Want to run? Someone, slap this person’s mouth!” the man behind her coldly laughed.
Lan Ling’er thought to herself, Be careful or you’ll be struck by lightning! Even if not killed, I’ll electrocute you stupid! She viciously cursed to herself.
You are so smart! Well, I’ll change the game and play with you until the end!
