However, Wei Zimu's tears kept flowing out like tap water without a valve, staining Yu Qian's sleeves.
Jayce watched from afar with a frown.
Everyone here knew that Yu Qian was famous for being a clean freak. He rejected all contact.
He thought that Yu Qian had imprisoned Wei Zimu here and tortured him because of hatred, but now that he saw that Yu Qian was actually willing to touch Wei Zimu, he had no choice but to reevaluate Wei Zimu's status and weight in Yu Qian.
Thinking of how he had once been disrespectful to Wei Zimu, Jayce's heart turned cold. He suddenly realized that he might have brushed past death.
In the glass room, Wei Zimu had been crying. Yu Qian had been patiently wiping Wei Zimu's tears. In the end, the drug in Wei Zimu's body took effect and he fell asleep. Only then did Yu Qian walk out of the room.
"Get him some of his favorite Chinese food."
"Yes, I'll prepare it immediately."
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