Luo Qingli's words enraged Helen to her core, and her next attack came swift and strong, knocking Luo Qingli to the ground once again.
Struggling up from the ground, Luo Qingli wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth nonchalantly and smirked: "Helen, is this all you got?"
"Hmph! You are at your limit, these were your words, now I'll make sure to keep you on the ground," said Helen, lunging again at Luo Qingli, who fell once more.
Perhaps she was truly tired and in pain this time, she remained on the ground for quite some time.
"Fox..." Mi Lu nervously wrung her fingers, helpless to intervene.
Zhuo Yihan was just as tense. If he could, he would take all of Luo Qingli's pain upon himself. Xiaoli, you can do it, you must stand up.
The only one not showing any emotion was Gu Yuying, but his eyes were a mix of pain and anger. Each time Luo Qingli was hit or kicked, his heart ached intensely.
