Chuzheng taught him a lesson with her fists, letting him know she had absolutely no improper thoughts about that family, and he could rest assured a hundred times over.
The brat was no match for Chuzheng.
Beaten down by Chuzheng while she held him down.
At that moment the neighborhood was bustling with people, yet no one intervened upon seeing the scene, they just watched from a distance.
The brat cried out, his voice as if Chuzheng was killing him.
"I didn't even use much force, why are you screaming like that?"
"Yao Chuzheng, let me go, I'll kill you!"
The kid's face twisted in rage as he cursed openly.
"You're just an Oil Bottle, a wild child nobody wants..."
"First of all... you have to beat me," Chuzheng said with an expressionless face as she interrupted him, "then you can 'kill' me. But, unfortunately, you'll never be able to beat me in your life."
"Yao Chuzheng, what the hell are you doing?!"
