"Speak, what happened!"
Nangong Mo had never seen the death soldiers he trained be this pathetic.
The four of them just looked bewildered, unable to utter a word for quite a while.
"You don't remember?"
Only then did the four of them make an effort to nod.
"Then why did you injure her?"
After thinking for a moment, the four replied, "Miss Meng instructed us personally."
Nangong Meng was on the verge of tears, "I clearly told you to go chop off Zuzi Xi's hand, and you ended up chopping mine. Are you insane?"
"Zu... Zi... Xi..."
Nangong Mo chewed over these three words, feeling an indescribable flavor.
It was as if this name held an irresistible allure begging to be explored.
"Is she the female classmate who bullied you?"
"Yes, Fourth Uncle, it's her! Fourth Uncle, you have to make it right this time, my hand is ruined, how can I score full marks in the college entrance exam?"
