Then she sprinted ahead, energetically.
The group chasing her was truly at their wit's end.
This little girl looks young, how could she be so unruly?
It's really...
The future Patriarch's Wife, can't hit her, can't scold her.
Suddenly, Su Nuannuan's joy turned to sorrow.
Running too fast, she forgot about the long dress she was wearing and directly stepped on its hem, falling to the ground.
Just as she was about to get up, she saw a pair of shoes.
Looking up, she saw the man sitting in the wheelchair, gazing at her expressionlessly.
In his hand, he held a ruler.
Su Nuannuan looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "What are you doing?"
"Put your hand out."
"No way! You want to hit me? What gives you the right?"
"Shouldn't disobedient people be hit?"
"You're not anyone to me, why should I listen to you?"
"Heh... How about this?"
The next moment, Yin Wujie revealed the black handgun that Su Nuannuan hated most in her life.
