Zhuo Yao only felt that in a flash of lightning, she had lost her balance, and then a sharp pain pierced her chest before she collapsed onto the ground.
She clutched her chest, unable to catch her breath for a long time, and only after great difficulty did she manage to gasp for air, crawling and sitting up, glaring fiercely at the instigator of her pain.
"Wan Chu'er, you..."
The harsh words she was about to utter were swallowed in fear and reluctance, as Wan Chu'er raised her foot.
Wan Chu'er retracted her foot with satisfaction, feeling that her recent hard practice of Martial Arts had not been in vain. Look, it only took her a moment to knock Zhuo Yao down.
Unable to help it, Zhuo Yao burst into tears, "Chuchu, how could you become like this? I was just delivering a letter for someone, why did you hit me?"
