C73 Pseudomartial Artist Murong Tian
"You bastard!" Su Zihan's punch landed squarely on Ye Xiaoyun's chest.
"Hey, don't be mad," Ye Xiaoyun urged, noticing Su Zihan's irritation and quickly trying to soothe her.
"Jerk, jerk, do you have any idea how worried I was?" Su Zihan's voice was filled with hurt, and she was on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry, I had no idea you cared that much