Gu Changsheng looked at Shi Wujue, his face full of longing for Little Bun. Thinking about Little Bun's expression and smile, Gu Changsheng's lips couldn't help but slightly curl up, "Shi Wujue, it's been a long time since I last saw my son. He must miss me greatly. Let's handle matters here quickly and return. This has already wasted too much of our time and hindered our journey! If you're not feeling well, you don't have to accompany us. You can rest outside and wait for us to come out!"
"Gu Changsheng, that was not my intention!" Shi Wujue said in a deep voice upon hearing the words.
The reason he spoke was merely to prevent Gu Changsheng from taking risks; how could it be due to cowardice and fear of death?
If he were indeed someone cowardly afraid of death, how could he have repeatedly saved Gu Changsheng?
Gu Changsheng's words made Shi Wujue feel hurt.
