Mr. Liang was hit so hard that he stumbled back a step, almost falling down.
Nangong Yaoling stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and threw another punch without a word.
The movement was fast, precise, and ruthless.
Liang Shaochen fell to the ground.
There was no resistance, no struggle.
Nor was there any resentment.
All he had was an apology to his good brother and inner worry and unease.
Nangong Yaoling gritted his teeth and rushed forward to hit him again.
At this moment, a scream came from behind.
"Big brother, stop!" Nangong Zhongli rushed forward in high heels and grabbed Nangong Yaoling's arm.
Nangong Yaoling turned to look at Nangong Zhongli.
His gloomy gaze froze for a few seconds.
Ultimately, under Zhongli's pleading gaze, he withdrew his hand.
Nangong Zhongli lunged at Liang Shaochen.
"Shaochen... are you okay! As long as you're okay!" Nangong Zhongli cried, kneeling on the ground, tightly hugging Liang Shaochen.
