"Just deal with it," Peng Mingzhu told the man. "You have been exposed to the drug for far too long, that it will take a while before you will feel better."
"Drugs?" the man asked while tilting his head.
"Do you know who this woman is?" Peng Mingzhu grabbed a hold of the female singer and thrusted her body in front of the man who was still on the ground.
"Ah, yes," the man weakly answered, continuously blinking his eyes to gain more clarity. "I...always invited her to sing for my banquents…"
"Anything else?" Peng Mingzhu questioned with a raise of her brow.
Shaking his head with not much strength, the man said, "I do not remember much. I can only remember that everything seems to have gone wrong."
"Wrong?" Peng Mingzhu repeated in a tone that was more like a statement than a question. "Indeed, wrong. It could only go wrong."
The man did not understand what she was trying to say and thus, hummed out, "Hm?"
