"If it hurts, just cry out." Brother Diao said while holding Yu Xia's hand, at the same time, he took the cup from Yu Xia's hand and handed it to his own men, instructing them to bring some hot water.
It seemed like just a blink of an eye, and the previously leisurely and independent warehouse suddenly became busy, all because of Yu Xia.
Tang Zhongwei's jealousy flared up again, like a venomous snake writhing wildly in her chest, spewing its poison toward Yu Xia.
Yu Xia didn't speak; instead, she looked at Brother Diao with a pitiful, tearful gaze, her voice so small that if Brother Diao hadn't leaned his ear close to her mouth, he wouldn't have known what she was saying.
"I need to go to the bathroom." Yu Xia said softly.
Brother Diao's expression froze for a moment, clearly not understanding the connection between a stomachache and needing to use the bathroom.
