"Ouch, that hurts." Zhu Yijun rubbed his forehead, as if he had bumped into something. He paused his rubbing, staring blankly at his delicate hands, unable to believe it. They were completely the hands of a child.,The torrent of information in Zhu Yijun's mind finally ceased its influx. The images before him stopped flickering, and he understood the situation.,At this time, Zhu Yijun held his head and looked at Feng Bao, who was extremely subservient. His eyes narrowed slightly. This was a sycophant who was arrogant in front and submissive behind.。