Finally couldn't hold back, huh?
Seeing the Dongyin spy finally react, Wang Dadong squinted, quietly heading towards Yang Furong.
The spy was very cautious, outwardly appearing nonchalant, but her goal was clear: Yang Furong.
Wang Dadong naturally couldn't let the opponent succeed, so he moved to within five meters of Yang Furong.
At this distance, no matter what the opponent does, he has time to react.
However, Wang Mei didn't make any move against Yang Furong, instead handing her a small bottle.
"Sister Furong, this is a special healing medicine from our hometown, good for your wounds—it won't leave scars."
"Thank you, Wang Mei," Yang Furong said gratefully, as if she seemed to know Yang Furong as well.
"Don't mention it, Sister Furong. You've helped me so much, I have nothing good to repay you with—a little healing medicine is nothing," Wang Mei shook her head.
