Luo Xiao then allowed a satisfied smile to appear. He let go and stepped back. Loh Cheng slid down the wall, and Luo Xiao kicked him, "Get up. If you're going to start, don't fall down."
"Yes." Loh Cheng forced himself to stand up.
"Alright," Luo Xiao turned and walked towards the hospital bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, and the wound on his side seemed to have reopened. The man pressed on it with his hand, "I'll find someone to give you plastic surgery. You can look however you want, and get a new name too."
"Yes, thank you, Young Master," Loh Cheng lowered his head before speaking, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, "Any appearance is fine?"
Luo Xiao frowned, breaking his train of thought, "Mo Nanjue is not acceptable."
Loh Cheng's idea got shut down, so he nodded in agreement, "Then I'll just change it randomly."
"Name," Luo Xiao looked up at him, "What do you want to be called?"
"Listen to the Young Master."
