Distressed

"Ah?" Nan Si Qiao looked at her third son in confusion.

Her other hand was already taking the medicine, intending to help her son to apply to his skin. After all, there were many medicines she kept by herself in case either one of her child got hurt when practicing martial arts.

Feng Ao Qian was looking at his mother seriously.

When that black clothed man came to his quarter, he was shocked and couldn't even do anything. That man fished him out of the bed and then get out. He struggled with all his might, but he was not able to launch any effective attack.

For Feng Ao Qian, it was such a humiliating experience that he didn't want to repeat in his entire life.

But he knew that he might still be targeted in the future.

And in the midst of thinking, he felt that the best way for him to face it was by learning martial arts seriously.