Hu Sisheng wanted to stand up, but his knees felt like they were rooted to the ground. Even raising them by a little would cause a searing pain. Cold sweat gushed from Hu Sisheng's forehead as a sudden ghastly pallor fell across his face.
The entire scenario had taken an abrupt and strange turn. Everyone stared in a stupefied daze at the situation.
No one could have imagined that Hu Sisheng would be completely defenseless under Ji Fengyan's attack. But that weak and skinny young girl was like a ghost—not a single soul present could catch her movements!
"There is nothing better than someone who acknowledges his mistakes and tries to repent. Brother Ling, shouldn't you accept his humble apology? He is already kneeling before you!" Ji Fengyan said cheerfully, but the vicious glint in her eyes was hair-raising.
