Gao Mingkun didn't reply. He only left after giving Feng Wu one last look.
Fearing that Feng Wu would be frightened, Li tried to calm her down. "Don't be afraid. Mingkun is usually very kind. He's not that scary. He's just trying to intimidate you."
Feng Wu realized that Li was the kindest person she had ever met.
Patting her chest, Feng Wu coughed a little.
Li smacked her forehead. "How could I forget? You're still sick. Get in the carriage now…"
Feng Wu was indeed going to get into the carriage and have some rest. She didn't even dare to use her spiritual essence to repair her body because she had a feeling that if she activated her spiritual essence, the Dongsang man with the silver mask would lock onto her.
Feng Wu didn't know what kind of ability it was, but she had a hunch.
Feng Wu was pushed into the carriage, and there was indeed a lot of stuff inside. There were coarse grain, dried rations, buckets, and some clothes…
