"Oh..." Quintina let out half a startled cry and covered her mouth. Aubrey had tumbled all the way down the stairs. Still reeling, she looked back and saw Tang Changsheng standing beside her with a faint, knowing smile.
Quintina was no fool. She caught on at once and asked in a low voice, "Was that you?"
Tang Changsheng shrugged, imitating Aubrey's manner from a moment ago, and said nothing.
There was no way he would admit to something like that.
"Oh, hell. What kind of rotten staircase is this..."
By then, Aubrey had struggled to his feet and was standing with a limp.
His suit had been immaculate and his hair gleaming. Now he was covered in dust. Every trace of his poise and elegance had vanished without a wingbeat!
The Flying Ant had already returned and was crawling over an inconspicuous spot on Tang Changsheng's body.
Quintina shot Tang Changsheng a mischievous glance, then hurried downstairs and asked with great "concern," "Aubrey, are you all right? How could you be so careless?"
"I'm fine... Oh, hell... I..." Aubrey was beside himself with frustration.
Fortunately, the stairs were wooden. The fall had hurt, and he might have scraped himself in a few places, but it was nothing serious.
As for the sudden numbness in his leg that had made him fall, there was no trace of it now...
It never occurred to him that Tang Changsheng had been behind it! He simply thought his luck was terrible.
And Quintina's remark about his carelessness had left him so frustrated he could almost spit blood...
"Damn it, my clothes are dirty. My hair too..." Aubrey muttered. "I need to get cleaned up first..."
He knew that if he showed up looking like this, people would laugh about it for a long time.