Rong Ling was actually so weak that he wanted to sleep, but whenever he thought of Feng Qing throwing him to the ground, he couldn't control the anger in his heart. That woman caused trouble and didn't know how to make amends, and she even ran away, ran away?
Thinking of this, Rong Ling felt his blood boiling with anger, and no matter how he couldn't fall asleep, he stubbornly held onto his breath, wanting to see Feng Qing.
When he finally saw Feng Qing, Rong Ling couldn't hold back his anger any longer: "Feng Qing, do you think that just because you're the person who saved my life, I, the Prince, can't do anything about you?"
Seeing Rong Ling's fierce and cold expression, Feng Qing knew he was really angry. To be honest, the reason she could stand here unharmed and speak was because she had saved Rong Ling's life. Without this favor, if she dared to throw Rong Ling to the ground, she would have been dragged out and flogged to death long ago.
