Crack.
A spinning kick swept across, and Song Zhicheng suddenly felt a numb sensation in his hand, followed by a lightness.
The plank was kicked broken.
Song Zhicheng: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Their eyes fell on the dark-skinned girl in front of Madam Song, swallowing hard.
This girl's legs have such strength.
Nan Shan blocked in front of Song Ci, watching Song Zhicheng warily.
Song Zhicheng felt a bit internally injured; no way, with that look in your eyes, do you think that as a son, I would lay a hand on my own mother?
Song Ci was still fine, slightly shifting her body, looking at Song Lingjie's back and buttocks, her eyes turned red as she looked at Song Zhicheng: "You scoundrel, was Jie'er picked up from a ditch by you? How big of an issue is it to hit so harshly?"
