Wang Daoran's face turned from red to white, then from white to red, and finally to the color of a pig's liver.
He felt his head swelling and burning, as if a mischievous monkey was causing a ruckus inside.
What infuriated him even more was that brat Wu Yong!
What do you mean by showing you a cerebral hemorrhage?
Why don't you have one for me to see?
Why don't you ascend to the heavens?
Thinking of this, Wang Daoran was even more infuriated, and his whole body collapsed onto the chair, panting heavily.
Just at this moment, the middle-aged man sitting next to Wang Daoran placed his hand on his back.
No one knew what had happened, but Wang Daoran suddenly felt a refreshing sensation rush to his forehead, making him shudder with comfort.
Then, that swollen and hot feeling disappeared, and he returned to normal again.
"Have some water," the middle-aged man said softly, his voice penetrating the room despite its softness, making it clear to everyone inside.
