"Are you stupid? Can't you see who I am? I've been in the book for so many years, do you think it's for nothing?" The old man rolled his eyes and punched the air towards Luo Qianqian, but unexpectedly, Luo Qianqian let out a muffled groan and turned pale.
Seeing he had caused trouble, the old man quickly crawled back into the backpack.
Qin Nuan looked at Luo Qianqian's condition, startled, and immediately said, "Let's go to the bathroom."
The women looking at clothes nodded to indicate they understood. Cong Rong was chatting with Luo Yanwu on the side. However, Luo Yanwu's gaze followed Luo Qianqian as she left, with a deep frown.
"Qianqian...just spat blood." Watching Luo Qianqian's staggering steps, Cong Rong bit her lower lip and suddenly said softly.
Luo Yanwu was stunned: "You saw it?"
"Yeah." Cong Rong nodded lightly: "So, just now Qianqian really did block something for Grandpa, right?"
