"Wen... Junior Brother, Wen... Junior Brother..."
A familiar voice came from outside the house.
It was Zhang Tiancheng, whom he hadn't seen for many days.
"It's... Zhang Tiancheng..."
Hearing this, Wen Zhixing immediately walked outside.
He was secretly puzzled. Not because Zhang Tiancheng came looking for him, but because Zhang Tiancheng should have come to find him much earlier.
"Senior Brother Zhang... eh?"
Wen Zhixing smiled as he stepped out the door, and then he saw a person covered in injuries, beaten until his face was unrecognizable—a pig's head?
Who on earth are you?
Wen Zhixing genuinely couldn't recognize the person before him as Zhang Tiancheng. Zhang Tiancheng was thin; he wasn't usually this swollen.
"Wen... Junior Brother, it's me. I heard... heard you were injured. I came to see... see how your injuries are. Is there... is there any discomfort?"