However, as she was speaking, she suddenly felt that something was off.
"You didn't get hurt, did you?"
Narrowing her eyes, she sized up Ya Molian from head to toe several times, but she couldn't see anything that suggested he might have been injured. On the contrary, he seemed hale and hearty. Could it be possible that these black-clothed men were taken down by him?
"You lied to me, making me worry sick. You, you..."
Ya Molian was not hurt, and she even wanted to climb the walls to find him like a fool. She would be a laughing stock if people heard about this!
"I never said I was injured." Ya Molian was speechless.
How could she treat him unfairly like this? When did he ever say he was injured?
"Did you worry about me?"
"Nonsense!"
Lin Caisang gave him an annoyed glance.
He was still poisoned, and this place was not safe, filled with negative energies. How could she possibly not worry about Ya Molian?
