With Sun Ningxiang having spoken, Lin Yue, though unwilling, could no longer stubbornly object. Qi Yun and Zhao Wenzheng could only nod reluctantly. "Then let's do as Junior Sister Ning Xiang wishes."
Liu Maolin breathed a sigh of relief at their words, a smile gracing his face.
Lin Yue glanced at Yang Jing practicing his fist techniques alone in the distance, then back at Sun Ningxiang beside him. His brow furrowed even more tightly.
He had always been fond of Sun Ningxiang. Seeing her speak up for Yang Jing now, an inexplicable wave of anger and disgust washed over him.
'A talentless moron... how is he worthy of having Ning Xiang speak for him?'
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Liu Maolin excitedly made his way over to Yang Jing.
In a corner of the front courtyard, Yang Jing was striking a wooden post again and again. His punches were steady, and the impressions they left on the wood had deepened.
"Junior Brother, I have something to tell you." Liu Maolin walked over and patted Yang Jing's shoulder.