On the field, many underlings quickly came up with an idea as they exchanged glances.
As the saying goes, "Three cobblers with their wits combined equal Zhuge Liang, the master mind."
These underlings gathered and indeed came up with such an idea.
"Liang Cuiping? That's Chen Xiaolong's aunt, tsk tsk, this woman, widowed and with quite an impressive figure, has even more flair than He Xiuzhi."
Zheng Tianba's eyes lit up with a greedy gleam, feeling a surge of desire burning within him.
Unfortunately, given his current physical condition, he could only indulge in his thoughts.
Even if there were a woman in front of him, he could only look on.
His injuries were too severe; all he could do, besides lying in bed to rest, was to lie in bed to rest.
"Hiss, it's killing me, damn it, Chen Xiaolong, I swear an endless vendetta against you."
Zheng Tianba suddenly let out a scream of agony as his wandering thoughts inadvertently aggravated his wound, causing him unbearable pain.
