C675 Overanxiety

Chu Zhaoheng, on the other hand, didn't know how to react.

Perhaps, he thought, this was the last time he would see his beloved brother. Thus, he took out a box of ointment from who knows where, walked coldly to Chu Wenyu's side, and started rubbing medicine on the horrifying whip wounds on his body one after another.

Chu Wenyu immediately felt a chill the moment he touched it