"You... what are you doing? Are you trying to die?" Ye Weijun glared at him, saying with a guilty expression.
Su Changfeng sneered as he walked over, clenching his fist and viciously smashing it into Ye Weijun's chest.
Ye Weijun's facial expression twisted in pain, crouching on the ground in great agony.
"Does it hurt?" Su Changfeng asked him expressionlessly.
"It hurts."
"Good, seems it's not a dream." Su Changfeng nodded, saying something that Ye Weijun did not understand at all.
In the current world, only Su Changfeng understood what was happening.
To Su Changfeng, this was not a particularly good outcome, but he could not be too greedy. Unfortunately, he estimated it would be difficult to meet Ye Nianhai anytime soon.
The dejected Ye Weijun left Su Changfeng's room, looking aggrieved.
Su Changfeng naturally understood he was probably going to seek help from Shangguan Feihong, but he was not afraid. Although he was only 14 now, he was not the same 14-year-old as before.
