Fang Qingyang angrily kicked the bed leg, then shouted into the air.
"You son of a bitch, all you know is how to sneak up on people from behind. If you're so capable, come out and fight me one-on-one. Aren't you ashamed of sneaking around like this?"
Ning Qing was speechless. She had acted openly and honestly, and just because someone couldn't see her, it couldn't be called a sneak attack.
Ning Qing floated over, concentrated her ghostly power in her feet, and kicked Fang Qingyang.
Caught off guard, Fang Qingyang was suddenly kicked, causing him to stagger.
Anger welled up inside him, and he clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound.
His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and the veins on his hands stood out.
He threw a few punches into the air.
"You damn cowardly little man, come out and fight your grandpa one-on-one..."
Ning Qing crossed her arms over her chest, a smile of interest playing on her lips, and quietly watched as the enraged little lion roared.
Ning Qing said, "I'm not coming out, what can you do about it?"
Fang Qingyang paused slightly, his gaze shooting towards the source of the sound like a knife.
In the end, he found nothing; no matter how he looked around, he was always the only person in the ward.
Fang Qingyang tentatively asked, "What are you? Why did you ambush me?"
Immediately afterwards, a clear and gentle voice appeared in the ward, "I didn't attack you. Eating in bed is unhygienic."
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyang's deep expression almost cracked. You bastard, you got beaten up just because you brought the shrimp balls to the bed?
Could this thing be the culprit behind the plates moving around for no reason before?
"Did you move that plate?"
Fang Qingyang asked the air.
Ning Qing: "That's right, you're injured right now and it's not suitable for you to eat seafood or other foods that may trigger allergies."
Fang Qingyang's expression froze, and he was utterly speechless.
After a moment, he spoke to the air again, "Who gave you the right to tell me what to eat and drink?"
Ning Qingqing's gentle voice rang out again, "I am your father, of course I have the right to discipline my little brat."
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyang flew into a rage, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.
“I’m still your grandpa. Come on, call me grandpa.”
Ning Qing didn't want to waste any more words. She would say the same thing again: the little brat deserves a beating for being disobedient.
He once again gathered his meager demonic power in his hands and breathed it towards Fang Qingyang.
This time, Fang Qingyang really got a slap in the face.
He reacted quickly, grabbing Ning Qing's hand, which had materialized from ghostly power.
Fang Qingyang looked at the hand he was holding tightly in his hand. It was a man's hand with distinct knuckles and pale blue skin.
Fang Qingyang was completely dumbfounded. No matter how he guessed, he never imagined that he would grab a ghostly hand.
Is there a whole ghost in this ward, or just a ghostly hand causing trouble?
No, it should be a whole ghost, but how can it talk to itself with only one hand?
Ning Qing's hand was held tightly, but he wasn't in a hurry at all. He wanted to see how the little brat would deal with him.
A strange smile flashed across Fang Qingyang's face.
He took a lighter out of his pocket, lit a small flame, and held it to Ning Qing's hand to warm it.
Ning Qing was caught off guard and felt a burning pain in her hand.
She immediately broke free from Fang Qingyang's tight grip on her hand.
Ning Qing was furious. "You brat, you're treating my hand like a pig's trotter!"
If a gentleman can tolerate something, what cannot?
Ning Qing raised her leg and kicked Fang Qingyang, looking at the little brat she had kicked onto the bed.
Ning Qing lunged forward and punched the little brat again.
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