C22 An Unknown Number

As he spoke, Chung Yansen felt a moist and warm feeling. He reached out and touched his nose. When he lowered his head, he saw the dark red color on it.

It was the third time. He had been knocked down three times a day. Should he go to the temple and pay his respects?

"Sorry."

Chung Yansen had returned to his usual expression. When he saw the nosebleed on Hsiao Moran's face