It took quite a while for Liu Junxiang to prop himself up from the floor and sit up with difficulty amidst the chaos.
But he still couldn't stand, so he leaned against the wall, sitting on the ground, panting heavily.
Pain.
It was really too painful.
Logically, as a singer, physical fitness is one of the essential basic skills. Otherwise, it would be impossible to sustain such high-intensity performances for long. In fact, his body was much stronger than an ordinary person's, but just now...
That bastard.
Actually managed to grab his fist easily and then kicked him flying.
Could he be a professional bodyguard?
No way.
If he was a bodyguard, how could he shout "oppa?"
Liu Junxiang inhaled sharply while his mind was in a mess, but he really couldn't make sense of it.
The physical pain was secondary.
More importantly, it was the mental blow.
