C1796 Thank You for the Fifth Family's Help

Had Diwu Qinglan not seen Ye Hong drenched in sweat and wearing a grave expression, she might have suspected he was trying to force-feed the Silver-Brush Painter to death.

"You don't know jack!" Ye Hong shot Diwu Qinglan a withering glare and scoffed, "The human brain's nerves are incredibly complex, second only to the heart. A cut might look simple