C68 Pour It into His Bosom

"Young Master Ling, I beg you, I'm sorry, please let me go!"

Guo Qingjun's face was covered in cold sweat due to the pain. His face was pale, but Ling Feng's expression remained unchanged, as if he was holding a bamboo stick in his hand, recklessly venting his anger.

Ignoring Guo Qingjun's scream, Ling Feng glanced at his other hand.

"No, no, no. I only touched this one. Please let me go