From yesterday until now, only a night had passed, but the young man's entire temperament and demeanor had undergone a tremendous change.
When pinluo came over, apart from the uninjured young man, uncle Xiang and this young man called "ah Xin" weren't very friendly. After hearing his question, the gloomy-looking young man raised his head after a while.
"I'm feeling better,"
His eyes were half-closed as he spoke, his expression a little stiff, and his tone was slow, as if he was somewhat vigilant of their arrival, full of vigilance and estrangement.
Perhaps because he felt relaxed and happy to see his companions, pinluo didn't notice Xin's alienation. Instead, he asked with concern, "
"But you don't look too good."
His eyes fell on ah Xin's wrapped wrist. Yesterday in the netherworld, song qingxiao had mentioned that she would cut off his hand, and ah Xin's excitement was still in his mind.
"How did they treat you?"
