"People in high places really do have short memories, don't they? You don't remember me?" An Jiuyue said with a hint of amusement.
After all, she had been badly hurt by Lan Zhengfeng in the past, not to mention the matter with her mother. Unexpectedly, this man didn't even remember her existence.
She raised her hand and struck Lan Zhengfeng's belly with a palm, sending him flying.
With a 'bang', Lan Zhengfeng's body hit a wooden pillar, bounced back a bit, and fell to the ground, followed by a miserable wail.
"Ah!"
Lan Zhengfeng writhed in intense pain.
Although he had been dispatched to Ming Gu County in these years, he had lived a life of luxury here—never suffering any injuries. One strike had nearly killed him.
"Being fat does have its advantages, doesn't it? Even when you hit a pillar, you can still bounce back," An Jiuyue mockingly looked at the wailing Lan Zhengfeng.