The house of Jin Ni'Er and Jin Kui was at the end of the street.
Most of the huts here were single-roomed, some as small as seven to eight square meters, but still had to fit two beds, making the space clearly insufficient.
Qin Hao lifted the curtain and saw Jin Kui lying on the bed in the corner.
He lacked the usual heroic spirit.
On the contrary, his face was pale, and there was a faint trace of blood on the chest of his clothes.
Seeing Qin Hao and Jin Ni'Er enter, a glow of excitement lit up on his sickly face. His chapped lips slightly moved: "Boss, you're here!"
Not long ago, this rebellious boy deeply despised Qin Hao.
But now, seeing Qin Hao appear, his future suddenly felt hopeful.
"Hmm."
Qin Hao walked over and placed the bag he was holding on the ground. "How are your injuries?"
"It's nothing… just a small wound…" Jin Kui lowered his head unnaturally: "I've really embarrassed you, couldn't even beat a lackey here…"
