Looking at the black figure standing beside him, they all knew that they were no match for him. They threw a few harsh words at Song Qingsong and fled in Dejection.
Looking at their receding figures, Song Qingsong suddenly let out a low laugh. Strength... without strength, even these guys dared to humiliate him now!
Turning around, Song Qingsong looked at Uncle Wang worriedly. "How are you? Are you injured?"
"I'm fine." Uncle Wang held Song Qingsong's hand, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Young Master, if you really care about me, just listen to me one more time."
"If the patient in the Spirit Food Shop is really cured, let's go and give it a try, okay?"
