"Yes." Ling Chuxi nodded her head. However, Ling Chuxi was sighing in her heart. When he was not fighting, the childishness on Wei Wuming's face was even more obvious. He looked more like an ordinary fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenager. However, the old look that occasionally appeared in his eyes still made people feel a trace of inexplicable sadness.
"Thank you," he said. Wei Wuming closed the door.
"What's there to be proud of? are followers really superior to others? Aren't you still working for others? if it wasn't for your young age and insensibility, I would've ... I would've talked to you nicely. " Yi Feng originally wanted to say that he would teach you a lesson, but when the words reached his mouth, he changed his mind. He had no choice. He was still young and had not reached the point where he was tired of living. He really couldn't beat this little brat. Li Ying felt so wronged and wanted to cry.