Si Fuqing is not Someone You Can Mess With (2)

"Crack, crack…"

The sound reverberated as the shoulder blades on the other side were also crushed. 

Liu Zong had no energy left to even scream. His eyes rolled back as his body spasmodically twitched. His internal organs ached as if they were all entangled with each other.

Yu Xiheng removed his gloves. "Clean this up."

Feng San acknowledged and went to work.

Si Fuqing's expression was slightly complicated. "So, you really aren't as powerless as you seemed."

Yu Xiheng's wheelchair came to a halt.

He looked up and offered a small smile. "What illusion made you think I lack strength?"

Si Fuqing touched her chin, contemplating. "Perhaps because I've been treating you and have often seen you reclined on the couch, so I thought you were frail?"

"Ah," Yu Xiheng responded, his voice laced with a hint of aloofness. "You seem to have forgotten who helped you when you tripped on the street corner."