Time passed second by second.
No one knew how long it had been; even the dignitaries felt their legs go weak.
They were accustomed to enjoying a pampered life, never having endured such physical punishment, and each started to become exhausted.
Someone slumped to the ground, "I can't take it anymore!"
Slap!
A sharp pain hit his back; he had been whipped hard.
The person stood up again in pain, not daring to look back, and cried out, "I'm standing, please stop hitting me!"
The father named Li Gang was actually Li Shuangzi.
He was now as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
Why hasn't father arrived yet? My legs are about to break!
Because of his anxiety, he couldn't help shouting, "If you dare, let me make another call!"
"Oh."
Qin Hao flicked the whip, and it expertly coiled around a phone before flinging it onto Li Shuangzi's back.
He cried out in pain, gave Qin Hao a resentful glance, and immediately dialed his father's number.
