"Cool." When Bo Jiu replied, her lips were almost white as a sheet, but she was still smiling.
Only Feng Yi knew that on the journey, the youngster's only action had been to swallow two painkillers.
Feng Yi glanced over with worry. How was he going to fight the 5v5?
But if Spade Z didn't compete, it was over for Supreme Alliance.
"Do you need me to do anything?"
The youngster looked to be in pain, but Feng Yi wasn't sure what illness it was. It seemed like gastric problems. "Is it because of the cold in the interrogation room and because you haven't eaten?"
"Mmh." Bo Jiu held onto her abdomen, not explaining her situation. She lifted her gaze, soaked with sweat. "What time is it?"
As Feng Yi knew what he meant, he turned to the driver. "Take the shorter route."
"The shorter path isn't smooth, with Young Master Jiu's situationβ¦"
Bo Jiu hugged the cat, her voice low. "It doesn't matter."
