Both of them huffed coldly and then walked towards the outside.
Watching the three people walking one after another, Yang Guiying and Qin Shiran exchanged a helpless glance.
To be honest, they really didn't believe that their two grandsons (sons) could beat Sheng Jingyi. It's not that they favored their future grandson-in-law (son-in-law) over their own kin, but after all, Sheng Jingyi, just like Leng Minghui, held a military post and underwent training every day that was far more intensive than what their two brothers managed. Their siblings only had a modicum of martial arts skill (which actually wasn't as bad as they thought), yet they fancied taking him on? Even if both of them teamed up, it would be useless, right?
"Girl, aren't you worried?" When the silhouettes of the three had disappeared from the hall, Leng Jianjun's voice slowly rang in Ling Xi's ear, tinged with a hint of teasing.
