Yan Song was tired of hitting and stopped, straightening his collar, "Seventh Uncle, remember my words."
With a light hum, he no longer glanced at Yan Nangui, and walked over to directly pick up Yun Ya, striding away.
Yan Nangui lay on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, Juncheng hurriedly ran out from the shadows, "Seventh Master... are you alright."
Yan Nangui coughed, raised his hand to touch his face, suddenly grinning, "Damn... he really hit me hard, doesn't he know you shouldn't hit people in the face? How am I supposed to go out?"
Juncheng looked away, in his opinion, Seventh Master deserved it; why did he have to provoke Miss Ji, knowing that Young Master Song is difficult to deal with, yet he still insisted on messing around, and now look...
But he only dared to complain inwardly, not daring to voice it out loud.
"Help me up."
Juncheng hurriedly helped him up, Yan Nangui felt as if his waist was about to break, Yan Song, you're ruthless.
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