C482 He Slammed the Door and Left the Room

But when she did come in, she realized how impulsive it was.

Slashing a fist wasn't something she was good at. She had played it a few times, but the results could be imagined.

Dong Anyang was still sitting in his original seat, looking at her with a smile on his face. He turned his head around and, unwilling to admit defeat, raised his head to drink the whole glass of beer