Louisa Foster realized the dark shadow was actually a clump of mud and quickly dodged to the side. As the flying mud passed by her head, it exploded out of nowhere, splattering countless specks of mud on her face.
"Damn..."
Louisa Foster wiped the mud off her face and saw a piece of wood beneath the scattered grass, neatly inscribed in regular script that carried a chill. Had she been fooled?
A junior had the time to set up a trap while being chased, and still have the leisure to play such a prank, this was an outright provocative slap in the face.
Louisa Foster's twisted expression gradually softened. The cold light that shone in her eyes after she had completely calmed down was accompanied by a sneer of disdain, "You think you can provoke me into anger, little sister? And then find my weakness? You're smart, but I won't fall for it!"
Beside the computer monitoring screen.
