C11 Does Your Knee Not Hurt??

"Look! He's kneeling again!" came the astonished message from viewers in the live stream.

Everyone watched, stunned, as Tai Shan knelt in a gesture of submission on camera.

Song Yang stood by him, the very picture of a noble young master, while Tai Shan seemed like a servant bred by aristocracy. The stark contrast left everyone utterly astounded.

"Can someone please tell me this isn't just a performance?"

"I'm convinced the little bro has some magic up his sleeve. How else could he make that big guy kneel?"

"That big guy is such a letdown."

"Anchor, you're too cool, too incredible!"

"I love you!"

"You've definitely caught my attention."

They were all in awe of Soong Yang's actions.

At that moment, it wasn't just the online audience in disbelief. Even Xia Zhentian and Xia Yumeng, who were standing nearby, watched Soong Yang and Tai Shan with amazement.

Xia Zhentian had previously vetted Tai Shan when considering him as a personal bodyguard for Xia Yumeng.

Tai Shan had proved himself formidable, able to shatter a three-inch-thick brick with a single punch.

Yet today, in Soong Yang's presence, he knelt without a fight.

Xia Yumeng, her cheeks flushed with excitement, cheered from the sidelines, casting a triumphant glance at her father, leaving no need for words.

Xia Zhentian's face darkened with the gravity of a cast-iron skillet. It wasn't his daughter's teasing that caused his mood; it was the shock of Soong Yang's actions. A man as formidable as Tai Shan was rendered powerless before him, kneeling without even a touch.

The two men were strangers, leaving only one plausible explanation: Soong Yang possessed an unknown power that allowed him to dominate Tai Shan in such a manner.

"Daddy, can Big Brother be my bodyguard now?" Xia Yumeng tugged at Xia Zhentian's arm.

Hearing her words, Xia Zhentian regained his composure.

He straightened up and nodded, "It appears he has the qualifications to be your bodyguard."

"Does that mean you agree? That's wonderful!" Xia Yumeng exclaimed, jumping for joy.

Upon hearing Xia Zhentian's words, Soong Yang allowed himself a slight, satisfied smile.

At that moment, Tai Shan rose from his kneeling position on the ground. With a fiery gaze fixed on Xia Zhentian, he pleaded, "Mr. Xia, please, give me one more chance. I swear I won't be beaten by that pretty boy this time."

"You've got some nerve," Xia Yumeng chided, jabbing a finger towards Tai Shan. "You've been bested by Big Brother three times already. Doesn't that bruise your ego along with your knees?"

A flush of embarrassment crept across Tai Shan's face at her words. His pride was wounded, but his resolve was unshaken; he needed to redeem himself in Xia Zhentian's eyes.

Xia Zhentian, with a furrowed brow, declared, "Tai Shan, I've made up my mind. You're no longer going to serve as my daughter's personal bodyguard."

"Mr. Xia," Tai Shan began, a note of desperation in his voice.

But without waiting for a response, he cast a glance at Soong Yang and, with renewed ferocity, hurled his fist towards him once more.