Hearing her words, Han Junche pushed up his sunglasses, pursed his lips, and did not answer.
Will he go to see her?
Han Junche was certain he would succeed.
He is not her, so he doesn't need to gather courage for ten or eight years. He only needs to give himself a reason to embark on the journey to find her.
He had already thought of this reason before he met her: he hated her. She had done such a terrible thing to him. According to his temper, he should find her and strangle her with his own hands to avenge himself.
However, before he could even start looking for her, she suddenly appeared, and just as he had expected, he grabbed her by the neck.
As for why it gradually and step by step became like this...
Han Junche coughed lightly. He would never admit that this might be the result he truly wanted.
Chi Xia looked at him with some surprise when he didn't answer and instead coughed lightly while covering his mouth with his hand.
Noticing her gaze, Han Junche coughed lightly again: "When did you find out that I'm immune to the zombie virus? Before or after you pushed me?"
It's over, they're finally settling old scores.
Chi Xia immediately lowered her head and whispered, "Push... before I pushed you."
This answer was truly unexpected for Han Junche. He had thought that she knew he was immune to the zombie virus because she had personally pushed him into the zombie horde, yet he was still alive and well. That was why she had such a guess.
But he didn't expect that she knew before she pushed him.
Han Junche slammed on the brakes, turned off the engine, and frowned as he turned to look at her: "How did you know?!"
Chi Xia lowered her head, not daring to look at his expression: "No... I can't say."
The words "cannot be said" made Han Junche's eyes turn cold instantly. He sneered, "Can't say, huh? Then let me ask you, you said you encountered the Ye family as soon as you got back, where did you come from?"
Chi Xia knew he was angry, but she really couldn't tell him those things.
She could only shrink back and lower her head further: "I...I can't say."
"very good."
Han Junche laughed angrily, "Chi Xia, you are really good."
Chi Xia looked up at him pitifully, not daring to respond.
Seeing her like this, Han Junche gritted his teeth: "I'll ask you one last question. Where did you learn your gun, your fighting skills, your command, your grasp of the situation and timing, including your whistling? Judging from the timeline you just told me, I don't think you could have mastered so much, and mastered it so well, in just half a year."
Chi Xia blinked, but didn't say anything.
It's not that I don't want to talk about it, but that I can't.
"Oh!"
Looking at her expression, Han Junche sneered: "Can't say it again?"
Chi Xia looked up at him pitifully again, then quickly lowered her head and softly replied, "Mm."
Han Junche sneered: "Good, good, very good indeed."
The series of "good"s made Chi Xia's hair stand on end. She didn't dare to look at his expression and lowered her head even further.
Her appearance only fueled Han Junche's anger. He stretched out his long arm, bypassed her, and opened the car door directly, saying coldly, "Get out of the car!"
"Huh?" Chi Xia looked at him with a wronged expression. "Can...can I not go down?"
"Fine." Han Junche looked at her coldly and said, "If you refuse to get out of the car, then I will."
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