Nan Tong let out a wretched scream, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, the pain was excruciating.
"What happened? Third Young Master, what's wrong with you?"
An Yiqing watched coldly as Nan Tong writhed on the ground in pain without saying a word. Very soon, Nan Tong's screams brought out all the Nan Family members from the large house.
"What's going on? Why is he lying on the ground?" A middle-aged woman around thirty-seven or thirty-eight looked at the pale-faced Nan Tong on the floor, but instead of helping him up, she stood beside him, raising her eyebrows and enjoying the spectacle gleefully.
"Yeah, what's wrong with Lao San's family? Why are they lying on the ground out of nowhere? Oh, look at how pale his face is, did he apply some powder?" Another middle-aged man, greasy-haired and powdered, over forty, stood smiling at the doorway, craning his neck to look over.
