About half an hour later, Yang Jingshen entered his room and shut the door as he wiped off the tears on his face. His clothes were crumpled and there were some light red bruises showing on his arms and shoulders.
Even so, he didn't look sad or depressed in the slightest as a triumphant little smile could be seen curling about the rosy, lush lips. 'She's thousand years too early to deal with me.'
Yang Jingshen would admit that things had gotten a bit out of hand after his meng attack failed. His angry cousin had lashed out at him in her stress and he had been forced to act out a huge drama in order to get out of the painful beating.
He had wailed and shouted exaggeratedly, even bringing his ultimate weapon, the crying abilities, to the war front. Needless to say, Yang Jingshen had managed to achieve victory with flying colors– which once again proved that Feng Xue was weak to the tear attack of her younger sister, even if she didn't respond much to the act of selling meng.
