"Wren..." Feng gently tugged at his sleeve.
"Yes dear," Wren glanced back with a smile.
"Um….. can you handle him a little gently," he gestured to Mu Zheng who was being dragged behind roughly.
"I am treating him gently," he smiled innocently.
Feng glanced down. His friend was literally dragged away by the scuff of his neck and his ass was definitely..... being scrapped on the uneven rocky ground.
"Maybe I can carry him." He offered.
But Wren just gave a look back with his brows raised.
"You don't have to be so jealous of my friend,"
"I'm not jealous. I'm angry. He did not listen to a word and attacked Hachin," Wren mumbled, gritting his teeth. "If it was anyone, I would have killed them. because he is your friend I will spare him... just this once."
