Ye Shiru swallowed hard, and suddenly a gust of wind hit her face. Subconsciously raising her elbow, her vision then went black as if she had been hit by a heavy truck, her arm went numb, and her body flew out like a kite with its string cut, far away.
Xue Wenhai's face turned ugly as he stepped back two steps, "Perhaps there's some misunderstanding between us..."
Li Yan retorted, "Do you mean to say that now, if I said there was, we could all sit down and drink three cups of liquor and pretend nothing happened?"
"..."
Seeing that the situation had reached a critical point, Xue Wenhai's face showed an extremely complex expression, "You make sense."
"Watch out above!"
Qian Wu's eyes bulged as he roared.
