Song Yan turned around, and abruptly, a magnified ghost face appeared before her—she was so frightened that her soul nearly left her body, and instinctively, she closed her eyes!
Along with a heavy blow, a cry of pain was heard.
Song Yan carefully opened her eyes, only to see the one who had just scared her now clutching his belly and bending over in apparent agony.
Lu Zhanying stood next to her, and, clearly, his current state was due to Lu Zhanying's handiwork.
Lu Zhanying, expressionless, went up and forcefully removed the ghost mask from the man's face. Song Yan, upon seeing it, was very surprised, "Why is it you!?"
"Miss Song, your companion here, don't you think he was a bit too harsh?" The man said with a rueful smile, still clutching his stricken abdomen.
Nonsense.
Yingying was a legitimate martial artist.
When she was free, she didn't have many other hobbies or pleasures. She just liked going to the boxing gym to practice.
