Huangfu Yueming had not anticipated she would pull this move; losing the ankle in his palm, he fell flat on his bottom, completely unguarded.
The atmosphere just froze like that.
Frozen to eeriness.
Mi Yao's eyes widened as she looked at the man. She actually kicked... kicked the President of Z Country onto the ground?
This man probably had never been so embarrassed in his life.
She quickly scrambled to her feet and then stammered, "Are... are you okay?"
Huangfu Yueming glared at her, his gaze almost murderous. This woman!
"Well, let me give you a hand," Mi Yao hesitated, extending her small hand.
Looking at the small hand before him, slender and white, one could imagine its softness without even touching it. Huangfu Yueming reached out with his large palm, gripping her small hand tightly in his palm, and then stood up composedly.
