In the reception room, Yin Nanfeng sat on an individual sofa with strong, sharp, and resolute angles. Zhang Haimo leaned casually against the armrest right beside her.
Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling, pulling his arm with one hand. "Xiaoge, are you alright?" With that, he turned his gaze to the side where Fatty was massaging his head and leaning back in a chair. "Fatty, are you okay?Zhang Qiling stared at the people opposite them, his cautious gaze fixed on the two. Although he had no idea who they were, he had a strong intuition that they possessed something identical to his own nature.
Rubbing his head, Fatty watched as his blurred vision gradually cleared up. Seeing the very person who had caused him to crash into the door and knock himself out sitting right there, he sprang to his feet, only to be yanked back down by Wu Xie. "Tianzhen, don't hold me back! It's him! Do you have any idea how much that hurt your Lord Pang? You have no clue how hard that door was, or what kind of wood they even used." As he complained, he still tried to pull his hand away to check his bump.
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