Jian Si's breath caught as she watched the ashtray hurtling toward her, and at the last moment, she twisted her body to the side.
The ashtray flew past her face and crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces.
Seeing the ashtray had missed her, Jian Shihai bellowed furiously, "You've got some nerve, dodging like that."
Jian Si, still unsettled, patted her racing heart and couldn't resist scoffing as she let out a sigh of relief, "Why shouldn't I dodge? Why can't I? Haven't you beaten me enough since I was a child? Why should I always take it?"
Jian Shihai, with a face uglier than King Yan's, walked step by step towards Jian Si.
With every step, the rage in his heart increased.
"Do you remember, I told you, you only had one hour! If you exceeded the time, I'd burn all your mother's things."
At those words, Jian Si startled first, then caught the fleeting look of satisfaction in Jian Shihai's eyes and guessed what was going on, slowly curving her lips into a smile.