Feng Wang lifted his hand to touch his forehead, which still throbbed with pain. His peripheral vision shifted toward Chuzheng beside him, who was just tossing the used items into the medical box.
There was no mistake...
She really was throwing them.
"What do you think about my proposal from earlier?"
Chuzheng suddenly looked up, and Feng Wang's gaze failed to escape in time, colliding with Chuzheng's in mid-air.
It was like encountering snow on an intensely hot afternoon.
His heartbeat and blood flow seemed to freeze.
Feng Wang's delicate brows and eyes were filled with confusion, his pale lips parted slightly: "What?"
Chuzheng calmly asked, "Would you mind switching to a different backer?"
Feng Wang was jolted awake, each word hitting him like a thousand-pound boulder, causing ripples in his heart.
Feng Wang hugged his arms and leaned back, snorting lightly, "Junior Sister, my backer is perfectly fine, why would I change?"
