"Why would I waste my expensive lotion on this piece of trash?"
After saying that, she calmly wiped the blood from the Storage Ring using Wu Chaochang's own clothes before taking out a small bottle of sanitiser and cleaning her hands.
Only after making sure no blood remained did she stand up.
This entire sequence of smooth actions completely dumbfounded Su Mo.
He slowly lowered his gaze toward the unconscious Wu Chaochang.
A hint of pity appeared in his eyes.
Poor fellow... He had just lost a finger because Qingxi didn't want to waste her lotion.
Of course, pity was one thing. Healing him was another.
Su Mo still had an important battle waiting for him later, and there was no reason to waste spiritual energy on someone who would soon become his enemy again.
After silently apologising to Wu Chaochang in his heart, Su Mo decisively ignored the unconscious man lying on the floor and shifted his attention elsewhere.
"So?"
He looked toward Yang Qingxi with curiosity.
