So There Is Still Such a Complicated Story

"…"

Faced with the woman who had fallen to the ground with a loud thud and buried her face in the flowers, Feng Xia felt a rare strong sense of speechlessness.

Come on, we are old acquaintances. Is this how you react when old friends meet?

After three breaths of silence, Feng Xia suddenly raised his foot and gave her a kick.

"Ow, ouch, ouch, ouch…"

The woman screamed out in pain. She covered her butt and jumped up. "You asshole, how can you kick me?!"

Feng Xia shrugged and smiled nonchalantly. "It's not the first time I've kicked you. Why can't I kick you?"

He took a step forward and locked his gaze on this woman. There was an inexplicable light flickering in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, we've met at least a few hundred times. Until now, I still don't know your name."

"My name?"