Yin Yilan held back her pain with great restraint, with veins pulsing on her forehead, yet she didn't let out a sound of pain.
Ming Ge found it boring and said in a nonchalant tone, "Zuo Ning, let her go."
Waiting until Zuo Ning retreated without a word, Ming Ge slowly circled around Yin Yilan. If she wasn't holding a cat, she almost couldn't resist applauding Yin Yilan, saying, "I didn't expect Aunt Yin to be so tolerant. Truly a heroine among women, a Ninja Turtle."
Yin Yilan, "..."
Ninja Turtle?
That thing is green.
Is this not mockery?
Yin Yilan, unable to set a bone and clutching her wrist, looked at her with hateful eyes and gritted her teeth – "Don't be too pleased with yourself yet!"
"Meow!" The ragdoll cat, stirring up trouble, fanned the flames, "Ming Xiaoge, she is provoking you, take her down!"
Ming Ge tapped on the cat's head.
'Just watch.'
