Everyone has their own pain, but old Zhu doesn't bother to ask about them. Anyway, this thing will be good only after he gets used to it slowly. He went straight to Joanna, who was sitting and resting, and sat with her.

"what are you doing?" Joanna frowned and asked. She didn't dare to move at all now, or the wound on her shoulder would hurt together.

"come and see you!" Old Zhu's face relaxed, looking at her shoulder that had oozed blood and said: "the shoulder is worn!"

"you didn't make it!" Joanna said fiercely, "are you satisfied now? Finally got back at me, didn't it? "

Zhu didn't...