"You're not getting away today, just behave and spare yourself the pain," Xia Cheng sneered as he stepped forward.
Zhong Min was the first to reach the upper floor, grabbing a vase and hurling it down forcefully.
Xia Cheng easily dodged, and Zhong Min, not caring about much else, picked up anything she could and tossed it down.
Vases, chairs, shoes—whatever she could get her hands on, she threw it.
Xia Cheng was focused on dodging, making it difficult for him to ascend for the moment.
"Give it up," Xia Cheng said coldly, standing in the middle.
Zhong Min was stalling for time. Although she didn't want Cheng Wulan to risk her life, she was in danger and hoped for her arrival.
Zhong Min had thrown everything she could. The room was a chaotic mess.
Xia Cheng didn't rush to go up; he stood in the middle with a mocking look as if saying, "Go ahead, throw more, if you can."
