Xia Yiwan looked up and saw Tang Jin being fiercely thrown to the ground by Bai Bing.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! That hurts!" Tang Jin lay on the ground, clutching his bottom.
"If you don't get up in three seconds, I'll throw you again!" Bai Bing said coldly.
Hearing this, Tang Jin immediately scrambled to his feet. "I'm up."
"Why can't you just get tough without whining?" Xia Yiwan said, smiling as she walked over.
"It's easy to talk when you're not the one taking the hits. You try getting thrown!" Tang Jin complained with a grimace.
"Getting beaten is the fastest way to improve one's skills," Bai Bing said flatly.
"But you're hitting too hard," Tang Jin pouted.
Not a hint of tenderness or pity, always so harsh on him.
Xia Yiwan laughed and patted his shoulder. "We might be heading back tomorrow. What about you? When do you plan to return?"
"You're leaving so soon?" Tang Jin asked with some surprise. "I thought you were going to wait until Brother Qianxun's wedding was over."
