"Brother, are you okay?"
Little Milk Jin held her own forehead, blinking her large cat-like pupils as she looked at Tang Meng.
Her strength was indeed not small, and that hit had made Tang Meng feel numb.
"I'm fine."
Tang Meng, in front of others, barely maintained his cool and aloof demeanor of an eSports idol, and, rubbing his forehead, propped himself up. Little Milk Jin grabbed his hand and, after pushing back a couple of steps, directly pulled him to his feet.
Tang Meng dusted off his clothes.
He gave his little sister a covert thumbs-up.
Impressive, my treasure! Your physique is truly remarkable.
"Little sister, were you carrying that piece of jade just now?"
Tang Meng whispered.
Little Bun earnestly nodded her little head.
