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Sun Lubu looked at his father's furrowed brows and didn't dare to ask; he could only wait patiently, pinning all his hopes on his father.
Time ticked by slowly, and even after Sun Aoyu's second bout, they still couldn't figure out what was going on. Sun Hui and his son were at a loss, helplessly watching in the bedroom.
Sun Hui attempted to knock his grandson unconscious himself, but it was futile. He became frantic, pained to see his grandson suffering like this. This was the grandson he had always taken pride in, the apple of his eye, whom he would have loved to keep from all harm. He had been distressed for a long time when Ling Tianyu had injured him on the Martial Competition Platform.
"Dad, what do we do?" Sun Lubu watched his son writhing in agony, tears streaming down his face. This was his son, after all. What father would want to see his son suffer such pain?