Ling Xiaoqiao squinted her eyes. The ribs are a fragile part of the human body, and this kick of hers was extremely powerful, capable of breaking a sandbag. Yet, this pervert didn't dodge and charged straight ahead. Ha, does he really think he's Iron Man?
With a slight curl of her lips, Ling Xiaoqiao seemed to envision the beautiful scene of Lin Mu falling to the ground wailing. However, in the next moment, her cold, elegant smile froze on her face. She felt as if she'd kicked a piece of titanium alloy—an excruciating pain, as if her bones had cracked, surged from her toes. Ling Xiaoqiao instantly teared up and unconsciously furrowed her brows.
It sounds like it took a while, but all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Just as Ling Xiaoqiao was taking a light breath of cold air, barely steadying her stance, Lin Mu had already rushed up and pushed a hand against her chest.
