"Lulu…"
Jiang Xinghai's heart ached when he saw Feng Lulu's pitiable state.
Rage surged in his chest. He glared at Yang Yanni. "Why are you here? Where's Liping? Why was Lulu hit? Who did it?"
"I—I just came here hoping I could see you, to have you take a look at my pancreatic disease. I had no idea that as soon as I walked in…"
Yang Yanni's voice trailed off, unable to continue. The matter seemed to have much larger implications, and her face turned pale with fear.
"Speak!"
Jiang Xinghai shot Yang Yanni a vicious glare, then a wisp of True Qi gathered in his hand and he gently pressed it to Feng Lulu's cheek.
"Hsss…"
Her cheek was clearly swollen and extremely painful, but she endured it, allowing Jiang Xinghai to gently massage the area.
"I can confirm it. Those people are from the criminal underworld."
