For more than three months, she deliberately tried to forget about Xu Le repeatedly bringing up things, which made her extremely dissatisfied with him. But today, as Ye Fengsheng's face appeared before her once again, she couldn't quite remember; she didn't know whether to be happy to embrace or to cry.
Song Nanfu didn't answer, but Ye Fengsheng didn't pay much attention to it. He glanced at Jiang behind him and raised an eyebrow, saying: "Long Fist is good. Earlier, I was compassionate. Thank you, Xu Le."
This language with a strong hint of the martial world made Jiang hesitate for a moment, then he bowed and clenched his fist: "Who are you? I have a personal grudge with Xu Le. He has fought me many times, and no one can tolerate it!"
