C72 Chapter 72

Create finished the soup in his hands without saying much. He just stared in silence at Lin Tianlu, sprawled on the ground and not making a sound, and a sudden wave of sadness hit him.

Wu Xiaogang walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and let out a sigh. Truth was, Wu Xiaogang didn’t just feel bad for Create—he felt bad for his own bowl of soup