He wanted to prop himself up, but he had no strength left, every bone in his body ached terribly, he couldn't even stand up.
Yes, he had lost, and lost miserably!
How could he be so useless!
Yun Feiyang lay on the ground, his face contorted in pain. He clenched his fists and pounded the ground fiercely, deeply anguished by his own helplessness.
An Ruo struggled fiercely against the bodyguards and threw herself onto him, anxiously asking, "Feiyang, how are you, are you okay?"
No sooner had she finished asking than her arm was suddenly pulled tight, and she was dragged into a solid embrace.
Looking up into Tang Yuchen's fierce gaze, An Ruo struggled angrily, "Bastard, let go of me!"
"An Ruo, don't compel me to take his life!" the man warned with narrowed eyes and a cold voice.
