After waking up, Nolan endured half an hour of pain, not changing his expression. In fact, if he could move, he would have been jumping in pain long ago.
Unfortunately, Wen Heng fell for his provocative strategy and wanted control of the body back.
Now, the one enduring the pain was him...
Nolan pretended to be innocent, "But it was you who wanted to take control back."
Wen Heng gritted his teeth, "Get lost."
While the two were communicating in the consciousness world, Nan Yan had already sat at the dining table, enjoying the delicious breakfast prepared by the Lantis Hotel chef.
Qin Lu poured her a glass of hot milk and brought it over to sit beside her.
"Is the injury still hurting?" he asked.