Entering Wen Yunuo's office, Wen Xin saw Wen Yunuo sitting in the office chair, pale to the point of being frightening.
Wen Xin walked to Wen Yunuo's side, where he still had his eyes tightly shut, veins bulging on his forehead as if he was enduring something, appearing to be in great pain.
Wen Xin reached out and placed a finger on Wen Yunuo's wrist. Seeing the beads of sweat forming on Wen Yunuo's forehead, she let out a soft sigh.
"I didn't expect you to be so resilient. Xiao Mi fell ill last night, too—writhing in pain until she fainted. And here you are, managing to sit so composedly; that's quite tough of you!"
Wen Xin took out a silver needle from her pocket and pricked Wen Yunuo's wrist in the hope of alleviating the pain throughout his body. Only if Wen Yunuo regained his composure could she negotiate properly with him.
After a quarter of an hour, Wen Yunuo felt his body ease a great deal, and the muscles that had been tensed up from pain began to relax.
