Lin Zhiyu couldn't tell if Wei Ming and Yang Yu were actually on the same side, so she chose to watch from the sidelines and let them flounder on their own.
At Yang Yu's relentless calling, Wei Ming regained consciousness, his cloudy eyes turning to look at her.
Before Yang Yu could even manage a charming smile, he opened his mouth wide and instinctively tried to bite her.
"Ah!" Yang Yu, horrified, instinctively smacked him hard on the head. Wei Ming's head slammed against the ground, and he fell unconscious again.
'Wow,' the four onlookers sighed internally.
Yang Yu didn't dare approach Wei Ming again. She shot the others a venomous glare, then found a stick and began prodding him with it. Seeing no reaction, she started jabbing at his wound. 'I hope he's a rational person who'll be grateful,' she prayed inwardly. 'I hope he understands I'm only poking his wound to wake him up faster.'
