Chapter 227: Should we go and visit Lin Lulin?

Night time, inside the rental room.

Nan Zhubin, who had just finished his shower, sat on the sofa in the living room. He held a bottle of red flower oil in his left hand, the opening facing down, and dripped it into his right palm with a "pop, pop" sound. He then smacked it onto his ankle with a loud "smack," rubbing it vigorously as if kneading dough.

Kicking someone and hurting yourself in the process—how did that happen?

He muttered to himself, thinking that after dealing with everything lately, he really needed to find a place to work out.

Fighting is really a skillful task.

Right now, he just hoped that Lin Lulin got injured a bit worse than he did. After all the pain he went through, Lin Lulin should at least suffer for a couple of days, right?

"Mr. Nan..."

Just as Nan Zhubin was about to apply more oil for another round, he suddenly heard someone call his name.