The Smiling Tiger, who was being carried steadily, covered his face and called out embarrassedly. Like a woman, he looked pitiful.
"What's wrong? Did someone beat you up or who was it? I'll go and avenge you!"
Wen Xu saw he was yelling intensely, but apart from some old injuries, he didn't see anything unusual, so he asked curiously. Just then, the young men carrying the Smiling Tiger looked a bit embarrassed and said.
"Brother Wen, no one beat us up, it was Brother Hu himself who accidentally hurt himself!"
"Right!"
Everyone nodded in agreement, Wen Xu was baffled.
"What nonsense are you guys talking about, it's been less than five minutes, you go up the stairs, and came down like this, what's wrong?"
Wen Xu stepped forward, looking at the uncomfortable Smiling Tiger, curiously asking.
Upon this inquiry, the Smiling Tiger's subordinates quickly responded.
