Beiting Huang had just taken a step when her legs went limp and she fell to the ground. Fortunately, Ximen Song was quick enough to grab her. He sighed and said gently, "Be careful!"
Dongfang Ao was still so shocked that he could not recover. He only felt a wave of anger in his chest. He felt that his entire chest was about to explode.
It wasn't until Beiting Jing punched Dongfang Jiao in the face that Dongfang Ao came back to his senses. Not only did he not help when someone hit his brother, but he also shouted, "Good job!"
"What right do you have to hit me?" Dongfang Jiao touched his nose. "What did I say wrong? I just asked a question."
"Should you ask such a question?" Beiting Jing said angrily. "Who do you think Little Ninth is?"
