Xu Changqing patted her left pants pocket. With a devil-may-care air, she stuck out a hand, then immediately snatched it back, forming a finger gun aimed right at Fang Jun's forehead.
"BANG!" she mouthed, following it up with a playful whistle. "I'm watching you," she called out, then contentedly dusted off her hands and turned to walk away.
'As for the enemy behind her who looked like he wanted to tear her limb from limb? What was there to be afraid of? The guy was young; his heart was surely in good shape. Not like an old man who'd kick the bucket from a little scare.'
'I can't believe it. That scumbag really can't take a scare. And he actually had something on him. I don't know where he gets the gall to swindle one foolish girl after another. It's a wonder he hasn't been beaten to death yet.'
"Xu Changqing!..."
A sudden, all-too-familiar shout rang out. Xu Changqing had been sauntering along, feigning a look of deep sorrow as she gazed at the sky, but now she dropped the act.
