The sunlight was bright, but for a moment, Yu Tingwan's world turned dark.
How could someone who couldn't help at all have the nerve to say such cold words?
Expressionless, she rushed back, blocking Wei Zhao's attempt to close the window.
Perhaps really frightened by the hammering, Wei Zhao took a few steps back, dodging her fist that reached in.
Yu Tingwan: …
Wei Zhao pondered, "Did I hurt you?"
"I wasn't making fun of you either."
It's just that she thought the girl had an unyielding spirit; one moment confidently making statements, the next moment trying to leap up with all her might, the contrast was too stark.
Yu Tingwan: …
Well then.
Every word accurately struck at her heart.
"If you're so capable, you do it!"
Wei Zhao now couldn't use Qinggong, even if he wanted to help, he couldn't get the persimmons down with a stone.
First, his wrist was weak.
Second, the persimmons would shatter if they hit the ground.
