Zhuang Li, seeing Chen Yuan dare to make a move in front of so many people, suddenly leaped up, "Er Hu, what the hell are you doing? Hit him!"
At that moment, Er Hu's face was flushed red, and he couldn't utter a single word, somewhat on the verge of tears.
I wish I could fight back, but damn it, I can't even move, how am I supposed to hit him?
Chen Yuan was holding Er Hu's hand and casually flung him into the air.
Er Hu, finding himself so easily tossed and about to crash into the wall, his face changed color.
"Bang!"
A dull sound emitted.
"Huh? Why isn't it very painful, just slightly discomforting?" Er Hu got up sitting, looked at himself, and found he wasn't injured.
Indeed, regularly exercising really does toughen the body up a lot.
"Ouch~"
Zhuang Li cried out in pain, as Chen Yuan had just thrown Er Hu right onto him, aggravating the waist injury he had sustained that morning.
"You f*cking get up!"
