Inside the hotel room.
Jiang Qing washed up, and the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, she nearly stumbled and fell.
Zhang Xiaomeng quickly stepped forward to support her.
"It's all your fault, charging like a bull. I'm never going out with you again."
Just walking a few steps made her feel a tearing pain.
Zhang Xiaomeng laughed, "This is your good fortune."
Jiang Qing lightly spat, "All you know is how to torment me."
Soon after, the two left the hotel.
They found a place to have breakfast.
In front of them was a group of dozens of people, wielding clubs and daggers, taking to the street.
"Recognize this kid?"
"Recognize this kid?"
The lead man's eyes filled with murderous intent as he pulled out his phone, scrolled through photos, and began asking passersby, Zhang Xiaomeng, after obtaining the ability to see through things, could see everything very clearly.
He realized at a glance that the man was looking for him.
