C178 Correspondence Book

Not even a hundred people were present in the silence. Li Sanniang lay on the stage without moving as Young Master Zheng looked on with bruises all over his face. He roared: "Come, continue to hit me."

Below the stage, Shi Yongfaang clenched his fists emotionally, "Wen Xi, good job! That punch was really good."

Eh?

Not moving?

Playing dead? Trying to confuse me this way