Bai Wu Consoles

"Me? What about me? You haven't had enough of that suffering now, have you? Do you want me to punch you again?" Bai Wu held up his fists. "You'd better go back and shut your damn mouth, or else…"

Bai Wu delivered a punch to the wall. Small pieces of brick fell off the wall. "…this fist will strike you right in the center of your stomach."

For Bai Wu, it did not matter if Xiao Zhang was able to see Bai Wu's changes by virtue of being Qiao Yi's spy, or whether the ability was inherent: Bai Wu's punch would not be in vain.

"Ugh…Bai Wu…ugh…" Xu Lan – who had fallen asleep on Bai Wu – let out a painful moan.

"I'm here." Bai Wu held him up to the sink immediately. He straightened Xu Lan's back so he could vomit more comfortably.

After he finished vomiting, Bai Wu propped him on the shoulder and started walking back. Seeing the staggers and stumbles, Xiao Zhang went over to help.