Shi Feng stood beside him, a smile on his face, and asked, "Feel any better?"
Mo Xuan honestly shook his head. He really didn't feel better.
Right now, he just wanted to beat that girl up. Beat her up hard.
'She's a total psycho.'
Seeing his fuming expression, Feng He walked over with a smile, patted his shoulder, and consoled him, "It's a fight; getting hurt is inevitable. Don't be so angry."
"You'll get wrinkles if you're angry, and that's not a good look."
Hearing Feng He's words, Mo Xuan sighed softly, put his arm around her shoulder, and said, "Alright, I'm not angry."
The last match was between Lin Jingjing and Lan Guang. There was no suspense about the outcome; Lin Jingjing won.
After all, everyone had seen her beat Bei He that morning.
To give Lan Guang a chance to have some semblance of a match, Lin Jingjing even went easy on him.
But Lan Guang was still defeated.
Jiang Lusheng recorded each win and loss.
