As Zuo Weiyi heard the sound of fabric being torn apart, her face was drained of color.
Snapping out of her shock, she quickly whipped her head back, just to see her gorgeous light yellow georgette blouse was ripped into two.
Damn it!
She was furious, but unease and fear overwhelmed her anger.
She refused to believe that fate was this cruel to her.
Unwilling to give in to her fate, Zuo Weiyi turned her head and saw a bright yellow crystal lamp standing on the bedside table.
Stretching out her hand with all her might, Zuo Weiyi was determined to grab the lamp. There was only an inch left until she could touch it!
Just a little bit left!
Yet, at this moment, someone—probably a guardian angel sent by God—knocked on the door.
Distracted by the sudden interference, Jin Qianba paused for a second. That one second was enough for Zuo Weiyi to grab the lamp and slam it against his forehead.
"Ack!"
