C66 Weakling!

Zong Shanyao lay sprawled on the ground, his face contorted in agony. Clutching his stomach, he glared at Faang Yu with eyes filled with loathing. His strategy of combining mercy with authority had always been infallible, but today, he had been bested by a mere student—a humiliation beyond measure.

Ya clung to Faang Yu, her arms wrapped around his neck, her rosy cheeks pressed against his chest