Faced with Lin Pangpang's barrage of soul-searching questions, Su Wuming followed the principle that "explaining is covering up, and covering up means it's true," and chose to knock him unconscious. That way, no one would keep nagging in his ear.
After hoisting Lin Pangpang and Qin Ming onto his shoulders, Su Wuming turned and called for Bai Yao to follow.
Bai Yao's injuries had eased enough for her to walk on her own, but her gaze at Su Wuming remained filled with killing intent, as though she wanted to devour him alive.
In response, Su Wuming merely raised a hand threateningly.
"Keep looking at your savior like that, and believe me, I'll slap you again."
"Come on, then! Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Bai Yao threw caution to the wind. She refused to believe that the young man before her had no bottom line and would repeatedly strike a woman—especially a charming woman.
At least, that was what Bai Yao believed. She was quite confident in her own charm.
Slap!
A crisp sound rang out.
"Look at how spoiled you are. I only slapped the right side earlier—did you feel unbalanced? Balanced now, right?"
If described in the words of northern men, Su Wuming's current behavior was simply: "A woman like this needs a beating~"
This time, Bai Yao was truly stunned, followed by humiliation and fury.
Then she completely lost it. Throwing everything aside, she lunged at Su Wuming to fight him to the death, only to receive a whip kick that, by sheer coincidence, landed right on her perky backside.
Su Wuming did as he said. If he said he would slap, then he definitely would not kick. After all, he had the Rubber Constitution.
A burning pain shot through her back, instantly snapping Bai Yao