Dong Cheng Yue gave a cheeky smile: “Cut the crap, when Li Xiao Yao defeated Q-Sword with that strike, didn’t someone here also smile?”
Li Wan Er: “……”
I massaged my knuckles, knitting my eyebrows together..
“What is it?” Li Wan Er asked, a little concerned.
I murmured: “When my fist hit that steel training dummy, it landed on the screws. That was d*mn painful……”
Li Wan Er: “……”
Dong Cheng Yue: “……”