Guan Shiqing's words were choked back as all six of them turned to look at the tent entrance.
The tent flap was violently pulled open from outside, and as expected, it was Xu Xianhuai, followed closely by Fu Li with a sour expression.
Guan Chen stood up, "Bro, I'm right here—"
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Xianhuai at the entrance had already locked his eyes on him with deadly precision. With just one look, his pupils dilated in shock.
There, Guan Chen had one arm in a plaster cast hanging in front of his chest, his face swollen and bruised with traces of blood, looking utterly ragged—as if he had just escaped from some desolate place!
"How did you end up like this?!" Xu Xianhuai exploded, rushing to Guan Chen in a few strides, "It's only been a few days, not even half a week, and you managed to get yourself into this state right after you left??"
He hurried to help Guan Chen sit down, his eyes so full of distress that they nearly darkened.
