Mu Qiu directly stopped and refused to walk any further, taking off the baseball cap and throwing it at him, then pushing him into the corner.
Zhao Yu was shivering beside them.
Help, she already saw Cheng Zhirang's car, but now Mu Qiu had pushed Qing Rong into the corner, ready to do whatever she pleased. What could be done? The battlefield had arrived too fiercely.
Qing Rong was also a bit shocked, staggered backward after being pushed by Mu Qiu, and then realized he hadn't retreated to the innermost corner yet and got an additional push.
After being pushed twice in a row, his back was directly pressed against the pillar on the edge of the parking lot.
Holding the hat, his eyebrows raised high, obviously quite startled.
Mu Qiu was calm as ever, lifted the hem of her skirt single-handedly, and walked out with her foot in black high heels, making a crisp sound, stepping right beside Qing Rong's foot.
Causing him to involuntarily shrink his foot.
