"What are you guys doing, shaking hands for so long without getting tired? Chen Linbing, why do you look so terrible?" Su Zhiyan looked at the two with curiosity.
"It's... It's nothing..." Chen Linbing endured the excruciating pain of his dislocated right hand... and retracted his hand, trying to appear calm. However, his facial expression was almost twisted.
It was too painful!
"Chen, why is your forehead all sweaty?" A sycophantic male classmate stepped forward and asked with concern.
"It's nothing... I'm just going to the restroom." Chen Linbing walked out of the private room, still feigning composure.
As soon as he stepped out, his complexion twisted into a ghostly pale, and he quickly rushed to the restroom, clutching his right hand.
After freshening up in the restroom, Chen Linbing returned to the private room, now seemingly composed.
At this point, the dishes had also started to be served in the private room.
