Luu Ninghui's face lit up with joy upon hearing this. He took the scarf, walked up to Xu Weihai, and chuckled. "Junior Brother, see how considerate I am? How much I care for you! I was so worried you'd be embarrassed that I even brought out this top-quality Spirit Snow Scarf!"
Zhang Deming's brow furrowed slightly. He glanced at Xu Weihai, who was lying prone on the bench, his jaw clenched tight. 'He certainly knows how to endure,' Zhang Deming thought.
'Maybe he's the one?'
With this in mind, Zhang Deming spoke up nonchalantly, "I've never seen a caning punishment before. Today, I find myself rather interested. Don't cover him up. Just carry on. It'll be something new to watch."
The men in front of him all froze. Luu Ninghui, who had been about to cover Xu Weihai with the scarf, turned cold. He looked at Zhang Deming and said, "Junior Brother, it's best not to meddle in affairs that don't concern you."
