He simply said nothing at all, walked straight over to Yan Weichi, grabbed her wrist, and hauled her away without another word.
Judging by his stance, he was going to interrogate her in private.
Luwu stood rooted to the spot, somewhat at a loss as to what to do with himself. He could already feel the poison acting up; it felt as though something was writhing inside his chest, itching intensely.
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