Wen Xu's expression stiffened, but he didn't say anything.
Sang Qianqian was unhappy. "Brother, what are you saying? When did he pretend to be injured? When did he ever pretend to be injured?"
"Ask him. When he was younger, I wanted to apply medicine for him many times, but he was always unwilling. He only wanted to wait until you came back."
Sang Minglang said, "If you didn't come back, he would be just fine. However, the moment you come back, his tiny injuries could turn into light injuries, and light injuries could turn into serious injuries. He would even want you to feed him."
"An injury is still an injury. How is he pretending?"
Sang Qianqian argued, " brother, you're just biased against Wen Xu. "
Sang Minglang nodded, "Alright, whatever you say. Anyway, whenever meeting Wen Xu, even I, your brother, have to stand aside. I'm used to it at this point."
