"You!" Zhuang Li, who was used to being respected by others, had never been mocked like this. He widened his eyes in disbelief. "Are you talking to me?"
"Who else would I be talking to? A dog?" Shen Hanxing frowned impatiently. "I'm not interested in wasting my time here with you. Move aside, or don't blame me for being rude." She waved her fist at him.
"Woman, you are very bold." Zhuang Li curled his lips coldly. "Don't think that you can attract my attention just like that. I have seen many women like you." What could such a small fist do? Scare people? Did she think that he was pitiful and gullible like Sisi?
Zhuang Li thought disdainfully, 'I am afraid that when throws her fist to punch me, I would not feel the pain and she would be the one crying out in pain instead.'
