However, no one dared to stop Quan Qingyuan's decision, so he could only pass the news back to the country and wait for the reply from the domestic Taekwondo headquarters of Bangzi.

At this moment, Wang Cheng was also sitting in the car, beside him was Yang Qingyu, and Zhang Shaoyun was driving.

"Wang Cheng, why are you hiding it from me?"

Yang Qingyu looked at Wang Cheng and said in a very serious tone, with tears flashing in his eyes, and it would burst into the dam at any time.

Wang Cheng pinched Yang Qingyu's hand, no longer showing a mighty and domineering look on the ring. He spread his right hand, and the blood in his palm had been cleaned up. He could only see a long wound on his fingers, which was extremely neat, as if it was cut with one knife.

In fact, this is the wound cut by a knife.

"Look, isn't this okay? It will be fine in two days. It's just a small injury on your hand. I didn't experience it last time. Don't worry. I won't tell you, just be afraid that you will worry, don't cry."

As Wang Cheng spoke, Yang Qingyu seemed to be about to cry. He hurriedly hugged the young wife who seemed extremely aggrieved to comfort her.

Yang Qingyu just couldn't help sobbing, and then stopped quickly. After all, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He lay on Wang Cheng's chest, reached out and gently hit Wang Cheng, and said aggrievedly: "You don't know how worried I am about you..."

Dingling...

Fortunately, Wang Cheng's phone rang at this time and saved him.

He hurriedly took out the phone. Wang Cheng saw that it was from home and thought to himself that he had finally called. He hurriedly answered and said with a smile: "Dad, I'm fine."

"Brother, it's me!"
Chapter completed!