C184 Artificial Respiration

Seizing the opportunity when their figures intersected, Yue Qingbo grabbed onto the parasol in his hand.

Just now, seeing that he was unable to catch up, he had already begun to conserve his energy, all for this moment.

Not only that, he also punched towards Duan Lingfei's head with his free hand. Clearly, he had planned this beforehand.

If it was an ordinary person