Every time Zuo Qingluan saw Feng Wu, she wanted to eat her alive.
Feng Wu sensed more hostility and found that Mr. Wang was also glaring at her.
She was amazed. "Mr. Wang, you're here. I see you're fine. I was worried."
Mr. Wang asked angrily, "What can be wrong with me?"
Feng Wu said, "So many of your students lost the fight yesterday. I heard you vomited three liters of blood and would need months to recover. I didn't expect to see you so soon."
Mr. Wang was furious.
Yes, he had vomited blood the day before out of frustration, but it was only three mouthfuls! It was never that serious! He cursed Feng Wu under his breath.
However, he couldn't tell the others that it was only three mouthfuls. If he admitted that he had vomited any blood, it would make him seem incredibly petty.
He took several deep breaths as he fought back his rage.
