Today's Outcome is Your Own Fault

Sun Ning saw Wen Xin's tired smile, and the anger in his eyes gradually softened. However, he was still unhappy about what Wen Xin had done to him.

Wen Xin took an unopened medical silver needle from her pocket and waved it in front of Sun Ning. Seizing the moment when he wasn't paying attention, she quickly jabbed it into his neck, causing him to cry out in surprise.

Sun Ning covered his mouth in shock, staring at Wen Xin in disbelief. "What kind of magic is this? How is it so amazing?"

"Traditional magic," Wen Xin replied with a playful smile, amused by his naive reaction.

Moore, standing at the corridor entrance, watched Wen Xin's back. He put his phone back in his pocket, deciding to tell Wen Xin about the people involved once she had rested. For now, he would handle it properly.

Turning around, Moore was startled by someone behind him. He frowned at the pale, sickly figure of Alfredo leaning against the wall.

"What are you doing here?"