That earth-shattering cough was truly tragic and pitiable.
However, under Mo Shangjun's chilly gaze of warning, not a soul dared to step forward.
Invisibly, Mo Shangjun exuded a deterrent force that made them subconsciously unwilling to confront her.
She coughed for quite a while.
The breath had finally smoothed out.
Liang Zhiqiong, patting her chest, sat up straight, tears streaming from her eyes reflexively, and as she looked up, she gazed at Mo Shangjun with teary eyes.
"Eat, eat more?"
Liang Zhiqiong asked, extremely reluctantly.
But, since she hadn't thrown up just now, she wasn't willing to compromise yet.
"Eat."
Mo Shangjun uttered decisively.
This time, Liang Zhiqiong almost didn't hesitate; in the instant that Mo Shangjun's words fell, she stuffed the rest of the roasted snake into her mouth.
Her eyes shimmered with tears, two lines running down her cheeks, yet she kept chewing, and after a while, she finally swallowed the roasted snake in her mouth.
