Jing Chen Shitai, who had never been subjected to such torment at her age, was chased and scolded by Ye Wudao, wishing she could crawl into a hole in the ground. The physical pain didn't come close to one ten-thousandth of the emotional pain she felt.
Ye Wudao no longer tormented Jing Chen Shitai, considering it was out of respect for Song Yuhan's face. Otherwise, there was no telling whether he would have ended up kicking the life out of the newly promoted Shitai.
"Xiao Han, your third uncle said you were missing,"
Ye Wudao's expression was somewhat complex as he spoke to Song Yuhan again.
"I... I'm fine."
Although Song Yuhan knew that Ye Wudao was very skilled in martial arts, she never expected that even her master wasn't a match for him.
"Ye Wudao, you're bleeding. Are you... Are your injuries serious?"
When Song Yuhan saw Ye Wudao's mouth bleeding, she felt very worried, even a kind of heartache.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury."
