"His Excellency Holy Son, there are still people over there!"
"Thank the heavens. I believe everyone should be okay. Assist those who have been rescued to the side and have a seat."
Qiao Mu observed Holy Son Miyan standing on the stone block, portraying a compassionate demeanor like a priest. Unable to contain herself, she rolled her eyes at the sky.
He seemed hypocritical and far from portraying genuine goodness!
The Holy Son turned, noticing the little stoic staring at him with an icy expression.
He momentarily faltered, hastily saying, "Stoic face, come here, come here, come here!"
Who had a stoic face?
Qiao Mu's petite visage remained impassive, unwilling to acknowledge that title.
Anxiously, the Holy Son waved at her. "Come over here. There are several patients, and the Dou Clan brothers haven't had a chance to attend to them. Come and have a look."
