Bai Zhi'er settled A ruo down, leaving her waiting in the carriage, then the little one returned to the classroom.
But she saw everyone gathered around the flowerbeds.
Even Mo Yanchi was alerted and stood to the side.
Fang Youzhen was in the center, pinching Fang Wushen's arm: "Does it hurt here?"
Fang Wushen broke out in a cold sweat: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Sis, be gentle!"
Fang Youzhen rolled her eyes at him: "Endure it!"
After saying that, she deftly twisted and then pushed!
The crowd only heard the crisp sound of bones, followed by Fang Wushen's scream.
Fortunately, the arm dislocated by Feng Fuce's kick finally went back into place.
Fang Youzhen stood up, dusting off her hands.
She scolded, "I've told you before, don't provoke him, he has better martial arts skills than you, why bother?"
Fang Wushen rubbed his painful wrist as he stood up.
