The first floor of the teahouse.
Song Lipeng, covered in blood, had regained consciousness by now, though his face was swollen and he couldn't even open one eye. Fortunately, he had protected his head, so no fatal injuries had been sustained, and his life was not in danger.
"Is he okay?"
Descending from the second floor, Lin Fan shook his head as he saw the disheveled brother and sister, knowing they had no idea that because of this incident, he had been drawn into a dark vortex.
"Boss, thank you for lending a hand!"
When Song Lili saw Lin Fan, she actually knelt on the ground with a thud, her frail body still trembling, blood from her brother on her, but she considered herself lucky to not have been injured since her brother had shielded her.
"That's enough, the ones who saved you are them, you don't need to thank me. Get up," Lin Fan urged, reaching out to help Song Lili, but she didn't rise.
"Boss, I know you're a good person, please help us."
