In the bedroom, Tang Zizheng finally came to his senses. He tried to sit up, but the pain in his chest made him breathless.
"Ugh…"
He groaned in pain, then gritted his teeth and sat up. Seeing that his upper body was covered with bandages and medicinal paste, Tang Zizheng slowly moved his limbs and body. As soon as he made a small movement, he broke into a cold sweat from the pain.
He clenched his hands and thought, 'Who is that man? He actually broke my bone with one kick. Such a powerful man, what is his relationship with Xin'er?'
After sitting for a while, the pain in his body eased a little bit. He leaned against the wall and thought about the strange dream he had just had. Recalling what he saw and what the mysterious man said, Tang Zizheng felt that everything was too absurd.
