"Master." Han Changqing noticed his paused steps as if he still had something more to do.
"Aqing, you go..." Xiao Mohan lowered his head and whispered something to Han Changqing, his deep, silent eyes flashing with coldness.
Han Changqing listened with a smirk on his face and replied: "Yes."
Gu Miaoting attempted to escape, stepping back half a step, and wincing in pain. People started approaching her and dragged her onwards.
Gu Miaoting stumbled forward towards the hospital entrance where festive drums were being incessantly played.
"Thump, thump, thump." Her stomach was making loud noises, and she was frequently passing gas. Her stomach was in so much pain, it felt like she might have diarrhea.
Her memory flashed back; what they had forced her to eat earlier... could it have been croton seeds? The thought made her break out in cold sweat. Struggling to make it to the restroom, a crowd had already started gathering, excited for the spectacle.
