As soon as I thought of the scene of Carroll beating him yesterday, my hand, which was taking out my phone, stopped.
Wasn't self-defense considered as an intentional injury?
When I was not sure, I really didn't dare to act rashly.
Seeing me leaning against the wall in fear, Peter came over and said, "You are scared by my few words. You're like a mouse. Why does Carroll like you?"
He began to look at my face again. "Oh, I like your face. I didn't expect Carroll to like a good-looking woman."
I felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so I took a small step and wanted to escape.
"No, Kelly, why do you always run away when you see me? Do I eat people?"
Peter was standing at the door of my ward, blocking my way.
Looking at his p*****t face, I pursed my lips and said
