Yang Ping fell silent, sitting there dejectedly, raising his hand to rub his cheeks vigorously, sighing deeply.
"What should I do then?" Yang Ping said helplessly. After what Mu Bingtong had said to him, was he still supposed to shamelessly go after her?
That would just annoy Bingtong even more.
Yang Ping sighed helplessly again, now he really didn't know what to do.
"I've already told you, turn raw rice into cooked rice!" Yang Kun said, frustrated at his lack of initiative, "You've already left the Sect for her, could it all be for nothing?"
Yang Ping gritted his teeth, feeling extremely reluctant and unsatisfied.
"So, you can't just sit around and wait for death, you should go on the offensive!" Yang Kun egged him on.
Yang Ping was at a loss. "Go on the offensive? Really, like you said, turn raw rice into cooked rice?"
He really couldn't do it.
