"Woman, don't be nervous, you can do it. Don't worry, even if you can't, I'm here. We'll definitely beat them to a pulp," Little Fox sensed Jiang Xue's nervousness and comforted her.
Perhaps Little Fox's reassurance worked, as Jiang Xue gradually relaxed and waited quietly for the other party to arrive.
Closer, even closer. The footsteps were right in front of her, a shadow appeared in Jiang Xue's view, so she didn't hesitate and directly raised the stick in her hand and swung it down.
With the swing of the stick, a scream rang out.
The sound was somewhat familiar, Jiang Xue was taken aback, summoned her courage and stepped out. When she saw who she had hit, she froze and asked, "Why is it you?"
"Why couldn't it be me?" Zhuoyue looked at Jiang Xue angrily, one hand pressed on his head. The hit Jiang Xue delivered was too strong; a bump had formed by now.
