With pretentious concern, Yan Wushuang laid out a chair and forced Chu Xun into it.

Chu Xun gritted his teeth as he wrestled in return. Pain stung at him even at the slightest movement or he would have long given Yan Wushuang a slap into his face to send him flying.

Yan Wushuang must have realized Chu Xun's inability; he pressed on Chu Xun's shoulders, keeping him pinned to the chair.

"ARGGGHHH!" Chu Xun howled with so much pain that tears came pouring ...