Tsk, that mouth is seriously tm poisonous.
Fan Ju wiped his face and let out a hollow laugh, the sound bitter:
"Not fourth brother, it's the festive season, after all, we are still brothers, do you have to curse me like that?"
"If you don't want me to curse you, then don't bring it upon yourself." Yu Chiyin wasn't cursing him, just speaking the harsh truth.
He put the bottle back, noting the cold sweat continuously seeping out of Fan Ju's face, furrowed his brows and said:
"Get up, I'll take you to the hospital."
Fan Ju hoarsely said, "What hospital? I'm fine, fourth brother, I'm sleepy, just let me sleep for a while."
"No, get up!" Yu Chiyin's tone became stern as he reached out to pull Fan Ju up.
Fan Ju swung away his hand in resistance, accidentally hitting him in the waist, caught off guard, Yu Chiyin let out a low grunt of pain.
Fan Ju thought he had accidentally hurt him somewhere, and with a confused gaze stared at his own hand over and over again.
