In the workshop, Tan Wenbin had already fallen asleep.
Suddenly, the door opened, and then two people covered in blood came in, scaring him so much that his face turned white.
Li Zhiyuan raised his head, searching for paper to make a ball to plug his nostrils.
With great difficulty, the nosebleed finally stopped. He rubbed his chest; although his ribs still hurt, it wasn't a big issue anymore.
Run Sheng picked up a pair of tweezers, pulling out the wooden splinters embedded in his flesh one by one.
After each dealt with their own injuries, they sat facing each other, panting nonstop.
Run Sheng's eyes showed helplessness; he was scared out of his wits.
Li Zhiyuan's eyes were filled with confusion; *this question was beyond the syllabus.*
*The previous disturbance caused by the Bai family's Lady was nowhere near as terrifying and bizarre as tonight.*
