Charity?
Feng Wu glanced at her.
"Hold out your hand!" Ye Han gloated.
Feng Wu didn't want to speak to her and waved her off.
"Don't you want it?" Ye Han stared at her in disbelief.
She thought Feng Wu had lost her mind.
Thinking that Feng Wu was acting out, Ling Hao stepped out and told Ye Han, "I'll keep it for her."
He then held out his hand.
"That won't do." Ye Han frowned. "I'm giving it to her. It's none of your business, Ling Hao! Otherwise, you can give back your pill, too!"
Ling Hao gave Feng Wu an apologetic look.
Ye Han smirked. "Are you sure? It's a Master-level pill. Don't blame me for not helping you if the poison kills you later!"
Feng Wu glanced at her and nodded.
Ye Han didn't expect Feng Wu to be so stubborn, so she put away the pill and snorted. "I guess good intentions aren't always appreciated."
Feng Wu suddenly asked, "Have you recovered from your injury yet?"
