"Xiao Qing just now... um... seemed to pinch herself a few times..." Chiang Yi glanced at Gu Yelin cautiously, stammering as he spoke.
"Damn it! That girl! Self-harm! There's no need to be so ruthless for training, right?"
But Ye Feng, who had been looking concerned all along, quickly made a phone call to his younger brother Ye Hong, instructing him to prepare some energy-boosting soup for An Yiqing and the others to have at lunch.
The only one who remained silent was Peng Shaohua; her stubborn eyes flickered, and her gaze towards An Yiqing warmed slightly.
At this moment, the training ground was filled with people lying as if dead. An Zhifeng and the others kept falling and getting up, up and falling, and even though it was soft sand, their bodies could not withstand the torment.
