Shang Zifeng's lips turned white as he fainted. His eyelids twitched up and down and his face contorted in pain.
Yao Shuang was frowning all this time. The veins on Shang Zifeng's forehead were exposed as they ran high. The situation was not looking good. If this went on, she was afraid that his tendons and veins would burst and he would die