"Wyatt Perry, what are you doing? This is a public place, don't mess around!"
Claudia Ross turned her head angrily, intending to push Wyatt Perry away, only to be shocked when she saw his tightly furrowed brows, his face turning from flushed to a pale bluish white, revealing a look of pain.
"Go...to the hospital..."
Each word was said with difficulty.
The stomach, the pain was unbearable.
Claudia Ross looked at Wyatt Perry in pain and exclaimed, "Seriously? The spicy pot isn't poisonous, but you take a few bites and feel this bad. How fragile can you be? Never had gutter oil before?"
Wyatt Perry was in so much stomach pain he was almost out of breath, yet when Claudia Ross ridiculed him, he managed to miraculously smile.
But that smile was bitter, making his pale face even paler.
His tall body was entirely leaning against Claudia Ross.
She found it difficult to move, and after supporting him for a while, her legs began to tremble.
She was almost crushed under him.
