Liang Jiahao strode toward Liang Zixuan and Qin Yu. When he reached the door, he suddenly seemed to think of something. He paused in his footsteps and looked at Wei Xiaoqing, who was lying on a sickbed.
When Liang Zixuan and Qin Yu saw Liang Jiahao stop in front of them, they both held his arms and were barely able to stand up straight.
Liang Jiahao looked at the two and shook his head. He helped them up one by one.
Even when they were sitting in the car, Liang Zixuan and Qin Yu still had not regained their strength. When they recalled the scene of the centipede crawling into Zeng Shuang's mouth, they wanted to throw up again.
Liang Jiahao sighed secretly. People always said curiosity killed the cats. And looked how it had turned out.
If Liang Jiahao didn't let Liang Zixuan and Qin Yu follow him, they would follow him anyway.
It would be amazing, they said.
They didn't want to miss it, they said.
