Looking at the contact name displayed on the phone screen, Ye Xingchen's mood improved a little.
He answered the voice call without hesitation, turned on the speaker, and took a bite of the freshly washed tomato.
"Hello? What's wrong, Rou'er?"
Ye Xingchen's voice was very gentle at this time as if nothing had happened just now. He thought to himself that he had beaten them up so badly just now. Now, this call could not be to scold him, right?
He couldn't wait to hear how angry these people were.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Rou'er and the rest felt their hair stand on end. Chen Rou'er had also turned on the speaker, as Sun Min and the rest were afraid that Chen Rou'er would do something.
"Brother Xingchen, Zhang Peng and the others, their injuries are a little serious. They're about to die. Can you lend me some antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs on account of our friendship?"
