Lan Xinyu and the others looked at Zhang Yuhong with disdain and started to keep a distance from him.
Zhang Yuhong noticed the strange look in Lan Xinyu's eyes and turned helpless. He spoke up and said, "I... I... I have... changed... changed... myself... myself..."
"Stop. Wait until we leave," said Lan Xinyu in disdain as she quickened her pace. It was too much for her to listen to. They had just cured Deng Zaibei, and now it was Zhang Yuhong. Each stuttered more after the last.
"I really don't know what Chuxi is thinking. Why don't we just poison him mute? That should be a relief for him." Lan Xinyu mumbled for Zhang Yuhong's sake.
Zhang Yuhong did not say a word for a long time, but cursed in his heart, 'Relief? You said relief? I'd rather be a stutterer than a mute. At least I can say a few words. Do you think it was easier for me to speak than it was for you to listen to me?'
