It was like swatting a fly.
Evan Lin explained as he spoke, and, worried that Lily Zhong might not understand, even reached out his left hand to demonstrate.
But Evan's gaze kept subtly drifting to the area just below Lily Zhong's neck, without drawing attention.
Evan was determined to figure out the secret of the spiritual qi surrounding Lily Zhong.
"Don’t do that again next time. Your hand isn’t healed yet—what if you got hurt again just now?" Lily Zhong didn’t really understand how Evan did it, but the fact that Jack Zhang was sent flying was undeniable.
Thud, thud, thud.
As soon as Lily finished speaking, the sound of knocking rang out again.
"Ms. Zhong, open up! Ms. Zhong!"
Outside, Jack Zhang’s voice came through, loud enough to make Lily Zhong’s heart race with anxiety.
Jack Zhang was crouched at the door, pounding on it furiously. Every so often, he rammed it with his body, making the whole door shake and bang under his assault.
Inside, Lily Zhong’s face turned pale.
She already had a psychological shadow when it came to Jack Zhang.
"It’s okay, Ms. Zhong."
Evan Lin gave her a slight smile, then grabbed the doorknob with his right hand and yanked it open.
Just at that moment, Jack Zhang was slamming his body against the door. As it swung open, he couldn’t stop himself in time and, carried by momentum, stumbled headlong into the apartment.
"Ms. Zhong!"
Jack Zhang’s face was full of lechery, his eyes glued to Lily Zhong’s body as if he could seize her at any moment.
But then—
Bang!
Jack Zhang’s eyes widened as his body was sent flying backward.