The set assistant lost his nerve, so frightened he nearly cried.
His lips trembled as he hurried to apologize. "D-don't hit me. I was wrong. P-please calm down."
"Pah, coward! Order me around again, and I'll send you to keep Tang Xueqing company!"
After that tirade, Tang Shiba felt better all over.
She even started humming cheerfully.
[Oh yeah, oh yeah, boots and cats! As long as I go crazy, everyone else will go crazy with fear. Let the storm rage even harder!]
The onlookers' mouths hung open wide enough to fit an egg.
The hotheaded Tang Shiba was back in action!
Th-this was terrifying...
Wasn't she afraid someone would throw a sack over her head for going berserk and offending people like this?
Tang Shiba: Come on, give it your best shot. Spare me the "yamete"-it makes me sick. A body bag would be even better!
Si Wuyu: Her hobbies have changed again. Gossip first, cursing people out second, beating people up third, admiring abs... fourth. There probably isn't anything after that...
Watching Tang Shiba swagger smugly around the set, Fang Cheng couldn't help envying how punchable she looked.
He sidled up to his brother and whispered, "Bro, do you really want to mess with her? Her fists are seriously hard. One punch, and even my bones hurt, but there isn't a mark to show for it."
Si Wuyu smiled indulgently. "As long as she's happy. I'd like her to loosen up my bones too, but unfortunately, I haven't had the chance. The fact that she hits you means you're special to her!"
"R-really?" Fang Cheng suddenly blushed, looking at Tang Shiba with sparkling eyes.
So he was special to Tang Shiba?
He studied her closely and realized she was nearly five foot seven, with a great figure, a