Lin Dong sat there sulkily, letting out a muffled sound, looking quite aggrieved.
Long Ang saw it all, sighed lightly, and thought to himself, even though Lin Dong's martial arts had improved a lot, he couldn't possibly hit a woman.
He sighed, stepped up, patted Lin Dong on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, I feel for you, just for a few seconds."
"Only a few seconds?"
"But I believe that one day Ming Chong will definitely think differently of you."
Lin Dong glanced up at him, opened his lips as if to say something, but suddenly didn't want to say anything.
He sighed deeply and then sat there, beginning to heal himself.
Long Ang also felt helpless, but he couldn't meddle in these matters and could only let Lin Dong endure it silently on his own.
He started to get busy with his own affairs, while Lin Dong sat there idly, feeling a bit discontent inside.
