Yan Zhan lay in the bed, motionless. Ming Shu wondered if he was really asleep or pretending to sleep, and she approached. Then, before she reached him, her wrist twinged in pain.
The man in the bed stared at her with fierce eyes. The dark and deep pupils were like brewing blood, which made you feel stiff all over as soon as you met them.
Ming Shu's smile distorted a little. "This is a lot of strength. Weren't you half dead just now? Loosen your hand!"
Yan Zhan held her for a few seconds before letting her go. "What's going on outside?"
Ming Shu shook her hand then directly pulled off the entry needle in his arm. She supported him up and said in an unfriendly tone, "Someone is here to pick you up, and I'm going to exchange you for money."
Yan Zhan was weak now, so he had no choice but to follow Ming Shu's movements.
Hearing that she was going to exchange him for money, he didn't protest, just stood up with her help.
