In the next moment, Abel was already thrown onto the floor by her.
"Ouch!" Abel curled up on the floor, "My back... You little brat, my back's been thrown out!"
"Serves you right!"
Betty stepped over his leg.
Abel reached out a hand towards her, "Quick... Give me a hand, I really can't get up..."
"Stop pretending!" Betty ignored him, just stepped over him and walked into the room, "Get out right now, I need to take a break."
From morning until now, she had been wrapped in this restrictive suit and uncomfortable high heels; she'd had enough. Anyway, the business was done for now; she just wanted to kick off the heels and change into something comfortable.
She kicked off the two heels with a flick of her foot, walked to the bed, pulled her suitcase over, and took out a set of clothes.
Turning her head, she saw Abel was still on the floor.
