At this moment, Nangong Bing was still immersed in the joy from the punch she just threw.
But in the corner, a voice of lament sighed so miserably.
"Ouch, ouch, dear Lord, what kind of resentment do you have to vent it all on me?" Lin Zifeng lay on the ground, knowing that the Empress Dowager was definitely jealous. So when that punch landed, he deliberately fell along with it. If they really went at it.
Even with ten Nangong Bings combined, they wouldn't be his match.
"It's you! How could it be you?!"
Nangong Bing's face changed dramatically; she hurriedly turned on the light, only to see him cradling his arm, lying on the ground crying pitifully.
