C258 But to Fight

The chicken soup spilled onto the bedside table. The old fox squinted his eyes and took a deep breath. "Fei Feng, you're so nice."

Who told me to be unlucky? Beating you to the point that your skull bled, you didn't work hard, just like tofu. With just a few tries, you entered the emergency ward to save a life.

Fei Feng's words were like bullets fired from a machine gun, cold and hard