Wu Zhe ignored their bickering, focused solely on eating the bread.
After Wu Zhe finished speaking, he slowly lifted his gaze.
"Since your body is useless… we simply have to fix it," he murmured.
Huo Jian and Xu Shazi expressed confused looks, their brows furrowing in unison.
Xu Shazi's eyes narrowed, unable to understand how Wu Zhe could possibly repair Huo Jian's seemingly useless body.
"Who could…" Wu Zhe muttered under his breath, searching his memory for someone who could help repair Huo Jian's body.
Then it clicked.
The boy whose eyes he had gouged out.
Wu Zhe gave a small nod. Perfect.
He suddenly called over Little Xue.
"Here," he said, placing a gold coin on the table.
"Um… Sir Huang, this isn't enough."
"Hm?" Wu Zhe frowned, glancing at the sparse food on the table. He hadn't ordered much—how could a single gold coin not cover it?
"I don't mean your current orders…"
The moment she said that, Xu Shazi turned away, his expression stiff with embarrassment.
