Zhao Guodong ran out, and the dormitory finally quieted down.
Ma Yue, being held back by Dong Minghui, finally felt comfortable, especially seeing Zhao Guodong's frustrated look and the way Ye Ling hurt him, indescribably pleased.
"Ye Ling, that's not good. He's doing it for your sake, I'm fine." Fu Lei touched the swollen side of his face, realizing his teeth were loose.
He couldn't help but curse Zhao Guodong as a wild man; indeed, a brute who only knows to use fists. Such a temper, if he goes to the army without family connections, could get killed by others, let alone rise up.
Ye Ling's expression was indifferent as she walked to Fu Lei's side, lowered her body and raised her arm. Everyone watching her thought Ye Ling was going to pull Fu Lei up, and as Fu Lei assumed the same, he extended his hand.
