Shu Qing took on several tasks online to hand-draw covers for novel websites.

With her drawing skills, the hand-painted cover was completed in less than two hours. After sending it to the other party, the other party was happy and paid the money on the spot.

The money was not much, only 150 yuan per cover. Shu Qing drew three covers and earned a total of 450 yuan.

Her bank account was frozen, but WeChat and Alipay could still be used... After a small amount of money was deposited, Shu Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared with before, this income is simply not enough.

But now, it is undoubtedly a timely help for her.

Four hundred and fifty dollars can do a lot of things.

Half an hour later, Shu Qing went downstairs to the supermarket next door to buy groceries. She also bought two packs of her usual hygiene products. When she was about to push the shopping cart to check out, someone suddenly bumped into her from behind.

The shopping cart wheel rolled over her toes, and she felt a sharp pain and subconsciously pulled her foot back.

The person who bumped into him was a young man. He turned around, glared at Shu Qing and said, "You are blind, do you know how to walk? You almost tripped me!"

She wore a pair of flip-flops to keep cool.

At this moment, Shu Qing looked down at his toes that were already red, swollen and bleeding, with a cold look in his eyes, “Sir, you hit me first and hurt me. You should apologize, not me!"

The man threw the shopping cart away with a "huh" sound, and suddenly slapped Shu Qing in the face, “You stinky bitch! How dare you talk back..."

Shu Qing never expected that this man would dare to attack her in public.

The sudden slap on her face made her dizzy and she staggered backwards and fell to the ground.

My face was burning with pain, and for a moment my ears were buzzing and I couldn't hear anything.

The young man was still yelling and cursing, his mouth opening and closing. It might be because he was unbearable to hear, or it might be because he was trying to shirk responsibility... Shu Qing turned her head and listened hard, but the voice seemed to be from far away.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? It was this stinky woman who blocked my way first, and she was the one who slandered me first. I just hit her, didn't I? What's the big deal? I didn't hurt her!"

The man was very arrogant. Even though Shu Qing could no longer stand up, he still refused to give in and pushed all the responsibility onto Shu Qing.

When something like this happened in the supermarket, the manager rushed over quickly, evacuated the crowd, and checked the surveillance footage.

In the lounge, Shu Qing was holding a cup of hot water in her hand, and her cheeks were swollen.

The man still sat there arrogantly, looking at Shu Qing with eyes full of malice.

Shu Qing turned her head to look over, and the man grinned, as if he was deliberately provoking her.

“I don’t agree to the settlement.”

She turned her gaze back and said coldly, "There is surveillance evidence that he beat me for no reason!"

"Beat? I said you scolded me first! If you hadn't scolded me, would I have hit you?" The man raised his lip corners and said threateningly, "I tell you, it's useless even if you call the police. I'm sick, I'm mentally ill... I'm most afraid of provocation. You scolding me provoked me, so of course I hit you."

"Whether you are sick or not is not your decision. I still need to call the police." Shu Qing put down the water cup and took out his cell phone, but he hadn't pressed those three numbers yet.

The man's face suddenly changed. He jumped up suddenly, grabbed Shu Qing's neck, and slammed her against the wall, screaming, "You stinky bitch! I gave you face, I told you to call the police, I told you to call the police..."

His head slammed violently against the wall, again and again.

At this moment, Shu Qing felt that he was about to die.