Philippa panted heavily, struggling to express herself.
But her words were still somewhat jumbled.
"Don't rush, take it slow," Wu Heng said.
Philippa took a deep breath, sat down on the sofa, "Mini, pour me a glass of water."
"Pour it yourself," Mini didn't even look back.
With a wave of Wu Heng's hand, the kettle floated up, pouring a glass of water in front of 'Philippa'.
Philippa blew on it, found it not too hot, and drank it all in one go before saying, "Last night, this woman went to the tavern, she wanted to kill me, then another baldy rushed in, saying you had gone out to sea, and wanted to go out and kill you."
Wu Heng raised his eyebrows, the two women beside him also looked over with a touch of surprise.
So, they had even found their way to the Conch Tavern?
And they wanted to kill Philippa too.
"Then what?" Wu Heng furrowed his brow and asked.
Philippa continued, "Then I fainted, and as soon as I woke up today, I ran to find you."
