"What's going on?"
Shang Jingheng walked in calmly, step by step.
He stood beside Shang Huai, who had been sent flying by his kick.
At this moment, Shang Huai had been kicked by him. He did not even know how many of his ribs had been broken.
At this moment, he was lying on the ground, half unconscious.
He spat out large mouthfuls of blood.
Until that pair of shiny leather shoes appeared before his eyes.
His pupils constricted, and his face instantly turned deathly pale. He spat out another mouthful of blood.
"You, you..."
Why was Shang Jingheng here?!
He had ordered people to keep an eye on Shang Jingheng, repeatedly making sure that he would not appear here before acting without restraint!
But now, this person had suddenly appeared in front of him?
"Shang Jingheng, you, why are you here?!"
Shang Huai was clearly shocked and in disbelief.
