Ling Chuan's eyes flashed cunningly, seeing Dylan's weary appearance.
Ling Chuan said, "Xiaodi, you taught me your martial arts last time, I've learned it all, I'll practice it for you to relieve boredom!"
Without waiting for Dylan to say anything.
Ling Chuan placed his clenched fists at his waist, took a step back, and punched out.
Dylan was originally looking in the direction where Gu Xiaomo had left.
Seeing Ling Chuan punching earnestly, and the moves were skillful and swift.
It really surprised him.
Ling Chuan fought sincerely, and Dylan watched him, slightly lifting the corners of his mouth.
After Ling Chuan finished, Dylan had already fallen asleep in his wheelchair.
Ling Chuan walked over, reached out to feel his breath on the tip of his nose, it was so faint it seemed like he wasn't breathing.
"Xiaodi!!" Ling Chuan anxiously pushed him.
