Lu Zixun thought for a moment about the direction in which the oppressive presence of Shiqian had left and said, "It headed towards Eighteenth District."
"There's no problem then."
Upon hearing this, Xiong Kang breathed a sigh of relief and took out his cell phone to snap a couple of photos of Lu Zixun, who lay in bed wrapped in bandages.
"What are you doing?"
A twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Lu Zixun's face was full of black lines.
Looking appreciatively at the photos he had taken, Xiong Kang said contently, "What rare memories these are—I shall name them 'Lord Xun's Trial and Tribulation Journal.'"
"You really are a little brat."
If it weren't for his current inability to move, Lu Zixun would have already leaped up and punched Xiong Kang.
At this moment, Tang Rong walked in.
Seeing Tang Rong for the first time, Lu Zixun found her to be just as he had imagined: intellectual, gentle, and refined.
"Sister-in-law, hello."
