Even though he felt that Ye Xiaoxiao deserved what she got, he still felt a bit of relief in his heart at this moment.
He thought to himself that his master was still clear-headed, knowing what should be done and what should not be done.
"Enough." Ning Zihuan spoke lightly, and several people immediately stepped back, standing respectfully to the side.
Ye Xiaoxiao lay on the ground in a mess, like a heap of mud.
Ning Zihuan slowly walked over to Ye Xiaoxiao, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, bending down with a smile: "Ye Xiaoxiao, how does it feel?"
Ye Xiaoxiao's nails dug tightly into the ground beneath her, her body already numb from the pain, "Hehehehe— I was still too naive...."
Naive enough to underestimate a man's heart.
"Ye Xiaoxiao, your mistake was treating everyone as if they were like you. Not everyone is as crazy as you are. Just hold on to your naive dreams and sleep here forever."
