Jiang Moyuan couldn't get up after being hit, but he was still very conscious.
When Ying Zijin hit him, she focused on his limbs, so his face was fine, and his eyes could still see.
Jiang Moyuan saw the girl stop once again, he barely caught his breath.
Just this morning, Ye Suhe specifically told him that the sachet would certainly come in handy.
So, Jiang Moyuan finally gave in, he didn't mind using some despicable methods to keep Ying Zijin around.
Even at this moment, when she was looking at someone else's face.
Such beauty was something he yearned to possess.
Jiang Moyuan's fingers twitched, trying to prop himself up to sit.
But the next second, his vision went dark.
The girl bent down again, cocking her right elbow.
"Bang!"
A fierce elbow strike hit directly at his sternum.
"Crack."
The crisp sound of breaking bones was exceptionally clear in the quiet alley.
The sudden, heart-wrenching pain sent Jiang Moyuan into a momentary unconsciousness.