"If you couldn't wake up, he'd give you artificial respiration." Chen Xiaoqian said with a cheeky smile.
Yu Minglang and Zheng Xu simultaneously showed disgusted expressions.
Zheng Xu thought to himself that if Yu Minglang had to give him artificial respiration, he'd rather just be out of breath for good.
Yu Minglang thought that if he had to give artificial respiration to Zheng Xu, he wouldn't have the face to hang around the group anymore.
Thank goodness!
Both let out a sigh of relief, almost experiencing something nauseating — terrifying!
"What just happened to me?" Zheng Xu asked, looking at the dust on himself. He only remembered entering the warehouse, but couldn't recall what happened afterward.
"You..." Qian was about to say when she saw Yu Minglang eavesdropping with his large ears.
"Let's eat first, talk later." Patient confidentiality must be kept.
"I'll pass on eating." Zheng Xu pondered that sharing a meal with Yu Minglang could nauseate him for half a year.
