Liu Cheng sat down indignantly. He could not understand how Liu Dalang survived. With such a serious injury, it was impossible for him to make it to the camp.
His eyes were filled with hatred. "Who saved him? It's impossible for Liu Dalang to survive on his own."
"Cheng, do you want to eat something?"
Yang Hua came in with a plate of food. When she saw that Liu Cheng was angry, she walked over and asked.
Yang Hua was wearing a military uniform and was dressed as a man. She looked short. As long as she did not speak, no one would be able to tell that she was a woman.
Liu Cheng looked at Yang Hua and said coldly, "I don't want to eat anything. Don't disturb me. I met Liu Dalang yesterday. He was barely alive. I stalled him for a long time, but at the end of the day, he's still alive and his wound has healed."
