C74 Beak
Bing-Er opened her eyes slowly and saw the noble man standing beside her. His hand was holding her hand tightly, and he looked at her coldly, "Who allowed you to hit anyone you wanted?" The tone of the question was ordinary and unremarkable, but the tone was flat and it was laced with a faint sense of authority. He shook off A-Min's hand and stood with his hands behind his back