Lin Wu had finished what she was doing and was about to leave, but she was unable to do so.
Looking down, she saw that a little boy's hand was gripping her trouser leg tightly, and he had woken up a bit. He glanced at her, trying to say something.
But before he could speak, he fainted again.
From the shape of his mouth, it seemed he was mouthing the words "save me."
Lin Wu frowned, trying to pry the boy's hand off, but the boy was holding on too tight, and she was unable to free herself at first.
If she applied more force, she might break his hand bones.
Injury upon injury.
No matter what, she couldn't waste time here.
Lin Wu bent down, about to pry force, but out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly paused.
She didn't know if it was her imagination, but the boy's facial features seemed somewhat familiar.
Thinking of something, Lin Wu wiped his face with her sleeve. After it was cleaner, her eyelids twitched.
He looked a bit like Luan Zhi!