That indifferent male voice, needless to say, belonged to Gui Hu.
What did he say after all?
Xin Lin felt a headache coming, vaguely remembering what the other party said.
"A drop of kindness, tenfold returned."
How victorious!
Xin Lin shuddered, she must be hallucinating from the high fever. How could that Rascal Corpse be so kind?
He'd be doing well just not to strangle her, let alone help her.
Xin Lin shook her head, driving that persistent ghostly voice from her mind.
In her mind, the concerned face of Little Xinzhuo appeared dimly.
"Sister, wait for me to come back…"
This is bad!
Xin Lin finally remembered, her fever had persisted, and in desperation, Little Xinzhuo had gone to seek help for her.
The matter at Pingan Refining Hall hadn't calmed down yet, and Little Xinzhuo, being but a mere Wandering Soul, might cause trouble entering the town at this time.
