"Wenkai, they've left, you're safe now," Ning Xinhua sobbed uncontrollably while embracing Zhou Wenkai, tears of joy also streaming down her face.
Zhou Wenkai was cold and damp all over, his muscles somewhat stiff, and his face still hadn't regained its color. Looking dazed, he said, "I, I'm alright." The feeling of narrowly escaping death was indeed extraordinary.
The crowd was also delighted and developed a deep respect for Tangyu.
"Thanks, you really didn't have to get involved and make enemies on my account," Tangyu said to Li Zhencheng, feeling genuinely fond of him. People who know how to be grateful usually aren't bad.
Li Zhencheng, unconcerned, smiled and said, "I'm not really close with them, so it doesn't matter if I offend them. If I weren't here, I could pretend I saw nothing, but since I am, I couldn't just stand by and let you suffer. You saved me once too, Tangyu. If I didn't help because I was afraid of offending them, would I even be a man?"
