The mischievous child looked around, and for some unknown reason, his gaze fell on Qiao Zhen. Then, with a fierce expression, he ran towards Qiao Zhen and raised his fist, which was as big as a steamed bun, to smash it!

Of course, Qiao Zhen wouldn't be stupid enough to let him hit her. She turned around and dodged, but the brat fell to the spot where Qiao Zhen had just been because he was hitting her too hard. He lost his balance and fell to the ground again.

Seemingly embarrassed and enraged, he retorted fiercely, "Who gave you permission to hide?!"

Qiao Zhen almost laughed at the questioning. "Do you think I'm as stupid as you? Do you think I'd just stand there and wait for you to hit me?" She pointed to the wound on her calf. "You bumped into me on your bicycle and didn't even apologize. Where's your manners?!"

People around slowed down, some even watching the commotion. The child's parents soon came over; the child's mother, plump and round, was quite sharp-tongued. "What's wrong with you, little girl?! You're arguing with a kid who's only a teenager?! You're so petty."

Qiao Zhen, who could never stand being wronged, immediately exploded, "Are you blind?! Can't you see the huge wound on my leg from where he hit me?!"

The woman took a wad of cash from her leather bag and threw it at Qiao Zhen. "Isn't it all about the money?" she said dismissively, then took the unruly child and headed away.

Qiao Zhen looked at the banknotes in her hand, so angry she felt like her body was about to break apart. She immediately dragged her injured leg and blocked the mother and son's path. She disdainfully threw the banknotes back, mimicking a woman's manner. "Here, consider this money as my apology. Isn't it all about money? Here's the money, you apologize!"

The little brat cried loudly, his sobs heart-wrenching.