She Was out of Control

At the same time, Leng Huaijin, who was handling official business in the hospital, also received a call from Murong Wanyu.

"Jin, your wife is pretty good. She came to the clinic and kicked it."

Leng Huaijin put down his pen and asked with a serious expression, "What do you mean?"

Murong Wanyu leaned against the door frame of the Liu dojo leisurely. He looked at the woman who had beaten six or seven apprentices in a row on the ring and sighed, "One against seven. If she goes to the underground stage of the night banquet, do you think she can win the wheel fight?"

Shen Weiyang?

When did she have such good skills?

Thinking of that weak woman who only knew how to cook at home and wait for him, Leng Huaijin felt a little uncomfortable.

It seemed like he really couldn't control her like he did four years ago.

He hated this feeling of losing control that made people panic.