Li Liannian was startled and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, Miss Zhao is right, I really shouldn't have. If you have any dissatisfaction, just vent it on me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Mengmeng sneered and fiercely kicked at his foot.
"Ouch!" Li Liannian cried out in pain while holding his leg. The kick was indeed not light; his knee throbbed with pain, and he didn't know if that had vented the young lady's anger.
"Miss Zhao, have you let off enough steam?" Li Liannian asked, grimacing in pain while holding his leg.
Without waiting for Zhao Mengmeng's response, he thought of Pei Chenyang, who had just been drugged by Lin Miaoyu, and felt incredibly pitiful and sympathetic towards him.
"If you've let off enough steam, Miss Zhao, you should go upstairs and check on Mr. Pei. He..." Before he could finish, Zhao Mengmeng kicked out at him again.
Li Liannian, with quick reflexes, stepped back, thus avoiding Zhao Mengmeng's kick.
