"Xiaocha, look at him. Ugly, isn't he?"
I'll make him even uglier in a moment.
Hearing Wen Xiao'ai mocking him, Jun Wuyang's face turned red with anger, nearly breathless with rage.
Yet, having had diarrhea to the point of exhaustion, he barely had the strength to walk, let alone wanting to waste his breath talking.
The drunkard must have tampered with his medicine, but even knowing there were issues with it, he still had to take it.
It's very likely a prank, but since the drunkard promised in front of everyone he could cure him within five days and took his money, it couldn't be a scam.
Just hold on a bit longer, perhaps by tomorrow night, I'll really be better.
Once I'm well, I'll slowly settle the score, every last bit of it.
"Miss Wen." Seeing the Jun Family's old lady and a few others glaring at Wen Xiao'ai, looking as if they couldn't wait to deep fry her to a golden crisp, Xiaocha worriedly tugged at her clothes and called out to her softly.
