"What's up, why did you two kneel down?"
Lin Hai blinked innocently, with a slight smile still on his face.
In their eyes, Lin Hai's smile was like a devil's grin.
Young Master Zhang, lying on the ground, was bearing the pain and didn't dare to utter a word.
People like him bully the kind and fear the wicked; when facing someone tougher than him, he instantly becomes more of a pushover than a pushover.
"Young Master Zhang, is your arm okay?"
Lin Hai walked over, crouched down, getting close to his face.
Young Master Zhang's face was full of terror and restlessness, unsure of what Lin Hai was about to do to him.
He swore that his current hopeful dream was to just be a quiet handsome man who wasn't too ugly nor strikingly handsome, rather than provoking a "god-like" figure like Lin Hai.
"I know some medical skills too, let me take a look."
"No, no need for the trouble…"
