Allen Zhang fell into silence, turning his head to glance at the unconscious woman.
So? Could it be that you drank...
Damn! Dude, I really don't know whether to say you're blessed or tortured.
This woman has a really nice figure and looks.
You want me to drink... that, I wouldn't drink it either.
The General Sect Leader isn't stupid.
Seeing that the other person was still shivering uncontrollably, in a poor mental state, sanity points about to deplete, Allen Zhang casually threw a blanket to him, instructing him to wrap himself with it and said, "There should be some food in the refrigerator in the first-floor hall, I'll go get you something."
"Sir, I really can't thank you enough! I haven't had the chance to ask your name yet." Dis burst into tears upon hearing this.
Who knows how he had endured these three days. From initial surprise, to shock, to anger, to panic, to breakdown, to despair...
He was numb.
He now had a mental scar when it came to these things.
