Zhang Jiucheng had no idea what was going on and wanted to ask in a low voice, but the moment a sound escaped his throat, Yu Funan grabbed his wrist with force.
Zhang Jiucheng saw that Yu Funan’s forehead and neck were covered in sweat; he was hunched over, head bowed, not daring to look anyone in the eye.
His peripheral vision was fixed dead ahead on the ground.
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