He had been beaten up like this.
There were no messy thoughts in her mind. Lian Qi was now lying flat on the ground, and his eyes seemed to be filled with despair.
Finally.
The flail broke free from the tie that was holding his hand and blocked the fist of the blond young man that was about to hit his face.
"Xu Yin, that's enough."
Fu Shang moved closer to him, " Oh, class monitor, you're awake? "
Lian Jue,...." Yes."
Only then did Fu Shang get down from his body and nimbly jumped off the sofa to the ground. He snorted as he dusted off his clean, snow-white hands.
He turned around and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
He looked down at the young man lying on the sofa.
"Lian Jue, aren't you going to explain it to me? What happened in the bar just now?"
Lian Jue's eyes flickered.
In the bar ...