In response to Wang Meng's reaction, Li Nian'er's smile remained, brimming with mischief as she playfully said, "Whether you believe me or not has nothing to do with me. If it comes to that, we'll find out in a fight."
Wang Meng clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of turmoil as he watched Li Nian'er.
Li Nian'er wasn't in a hurry. Instead, she turned to glance at Ye Qingchen, who was lying on the ground. Under Zi Xing's care, a healthy color was gradually returning to his face, and his breathing had stabilized significantly.
His handsome features, combined with his injuries, gave him an air of melancholy and severity. It was a stark contrast to his usual strategic demeanor, making him seem all the more attractive to women.
