Tang Zong's voice pierced through the rain and entered Lai ang's ears. It sounded especially sarcastic.
Lai ang looked at Tang Zong, who was riding away, with resentment. His delicate facial features, washed by the rain, looked unusually ferocious.
Leon always had a smile on his face. No matter what, he always had a smile on his face, which made it easy for people to let down their guard.
This was the first time he had such a scary expression since he came to China.
there was no doubt that tang zong had won this match.
when he returned to the finish line, he saw that leon had taken off his shirt and his right shoulder was red and swollen. it seemed that he had been injured quite badly. when he fell from the horse's back just now, although he did not hit his head on the ground, he had used all his strength to hit his shoulder.
"How's Leon's injury?" Tang Zong jumped down.
