But at this moment, Yang Yifeng was midair, with neither hand nor foot able to find a purchase, and could only fall down like a cannonball.
And right then, in the blink of an eye, he also clearly saw the person coming up below!
"Ye Zitong! Oh my heavens, dear Lord, why must you play with me like this?"
A cry of despair issued from the mouth of Yang Yifeng, but it was of no use; like a kite with its string cut, he plummeted down fiercely.
"Ah!"
Below, Ye Zitong, carrying a tray with fried eggs, youtiao, soy milk, and other breakfast items, was only halfway up when suddenly, everything before her eyes went dark. Before she had a chance to make out what it was, she felt her whole body lighten, as she was abruptly swept off her feet and hurled toward the stairs below!
Instinctively, Ye Zitong shut her eyes and began to scream.
Thud!