"Deputy Commander, you... you're okay, right?"
Xing Na was the first to enter, and upon seeing Song Sheng lying on the bed, he stammered with the question.
Song Sheng wanted to retort, "Do I look okay to you?"
However, the pain was too much, and he couldn't muster the strength to snap back immediately.
"The Deputy Commander has been beaten into wetting himself... uh..." Xing Na widened his eyes, pointing at the wet patch under Song Sheng, just about to say "urinary incontinence," when Liu Feizhu covered his mouth.
"Sorry, Deputy Commander, we didn't see anything."
Let's go, let's go.
Liu Feizhu signaled to the people behind him with his eyes.
Everyone understood and walked out in harmony, fearing that if they moved too slowly, they would become the one the Deputy Commander takes his anger out on.
"Feizhu, why did you cover my mouth?" Once outside, Xing Na brushed Liu Feizhu's hand away and asked, puzzled.
