He raised his hand and pinched the spot where it hurt.
Wen zhihuai saw that something was wrong with his expression and his eyes were filled with worry. He held onto Wen Muchu's arm.
"Mu Chu, what's wrong?"
oh my, my head is starting to hurt again, oh my, " Wen Muchu replied in a trembling voice.
Then, he pushed Wen zhihuai away and ran towards the bedroom in staggering steps.
Now that his identity had been made public, and Leng fan and Lou Yucheng were still in the dark, for the sake of safety, Wen Muchu had moved into the presidential palace.
Wen zhihuai had specially arranged for him to stay on the first floor.
Wen Muchu hid in his room. After closing the door, he took out a bottle of medicine with trembling arms.
However, he did not swallow the pill immediately.
He clenched his fists and called Bai Fuxin with bloodshot eyes.
Bai Fuxin picked up the phone very quickly.
"Mu Chu, what's the matter?"
