The more she thought about it, the more flustered and helpless she became.
A man actually cried.
Ding Yi's stomach was filled with anger. Although he did not do anything serious all day, he was not stupid. He came from an aristocratic family and enjoyed good educational resources since he was young. He was very smart.
Rong Qinggui was the one who had caused the destruction of these old and tattered books in the miscellaneous hall. Now, it was happening again. Previously, Zhang Ronghua had stopped them. This pile of books was useful, so they did not explode.
He didn't expect them to still dare to push their luck. It hasn't been long, and they're looking for trouble again. If I don't show my might, do I really think I'm made of mud?
He charged forward, punching and kicking him fiercely.
After a while.
