C860 Dissatisfaction(2)

The ticket seller looked at Dung Yazhen in surprise.

She then covered her red and swollen face, widened her eyes, and shouted with a sharp voice, "Who are you to actually dare to hit me?"

The ticket seller seemed to be possessed. He broke free of Dung Yazhen's hand and ran out.

She went forward and pulled Dung Yazhen's neat and dignified hair and fiercely pulled it back.

"Ah..