"What did you say?" Yan Fei was astonished.
He looked at the five people thrown on the ground like a rag.
Their appearance was quite indescribable.
Besides being beaten into pig heads, they were wearing trendy pants with no legs in the dead of winter, their legs smooth without a single hair.
And this wasn't the most outrageous part; the most ridiculous thing was that in this situation, they were each still holding a phone playing 'Arena of Valor.'
Occasionally, the sound "you have been slain." would come, and Xia Weibao rushed over to give a kick.
The person shivered in fear, then continued playing like a bullied spouse, grievance evident.
Yan Fei was thunderstruck by the scene before him, then suddenly thinking of something, snapped his head towards Yan Weiyang.
Only to see Yan Weiyang's face pale as paper, the fruit bowl in her hands crashing to the floor with a bang.
The sound of porcelain shattering echoed in everyone's ears.
