An Yumo's head almost hurt from Fu Shang's words.
But his sister was his.
You can't hit me or scold me.
Otherwise, his father would probably roll him up and stuff him into the trash can.
An and mo turned around and stared coldly at the young man behind him.
Lu yansu looked back at her calmly.
His expression was indifferent.
The buttons on his shirt collar were not buttoned, and on the young man's slender and fair neck, one could almost see some pink marks.
“..”
The string of reason in an Yumo's mind was completely broken.
The teenager raised his slender and powerful hand, his fingers clenched into a fist.
The crisp sound of bones cracking was heard.
Taking two steps forward, he raised his fist and punched Lu yansu's lips.
Fu Shang was stunned.
(⊙x⊙;)
An Yumo's punch was not weak.
Lu yansu did not Dodge or retaliate. He staggered and almost lost his balance.
