Ruan Songxi's body fell on the ropes and bounced to the ground, gasping for air as if he had lost all his strength: "I can't do it, can't get up, you punk, you're pretty ruthless, you've improved a lot in two years."
Two years ago, he was still losing to him, and two years later, he can easily defeat him. I have to say, this cousin has made rapid progress.
Yan Song calmly adjusted his collar, buttoning one by one, not even breaking a sweat, looking cold and abstinent. Hearing this, he glanced sideways, curled his lips: "You've regressed quite a bit in two years, hollowed out by wine and women?"
After speaking, he jumped down from the ropes, just as Yun Ya ran over like a little fangirl, worriedly saying: "Brother Yan, are you hurt anywhere?"
Yan Song smiled and rubbed her head: "No."
Yun Ya breathed a sigh of relief, her heart was in her mouth watching.
