Shen Lu thought for a few seconds before finally nodding.
She helped Zeng Xiaodao up. "Can you walk? Let's go to my place and treat your injuries."
"I can." Zeng Xiaodao grimaced, his blood-stained lips pulling into a grin. "Shen Lu, thank you for helping me."
"Don't talk."
'If he hadn't saved me before, I wouldn't even give him a second glance if he died on the side of the road.'
The moment Shen Lu helped Zeng Xiaodao into the room, Fu Cheng sensed it. He forced his right eye open when he smelled the heavy stench of blood.
'I recognize the boy Shen Lu helped in. He came to the stall twice and didn't have to pay for his food. I think his name is Zeng Xiaodao?'
'What happened to him?'
'Why is he so badly injured, and why did Shen Lu bring him back?'
Worried about getting blood on the sofa, Shen Lu had Zeng Xiaodao sit in a chair.
"I have medicine." Zeng Xiaodao managed to pull out a folding first-aid kit. "Could you please help me patch myself up?"
