C306 Pressure

The next day, Ou Qinghann woke up with dull pain in his head. He raised his hand to pat his head and released a suppressed groan.

"This is the sobering soup I made for you. Drink it." A steaming bowl appeared in front of Ou Qinghann. Huang Zhanglin said while he was on Ou Qinghann's forehead.

Ou Qinghann raised his head and looked at him for a moment before taking the bowl from him