Mei Zimo propped himself up with one hand on the ground, barely sitting beneath the mountain rocks, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his handsomely chiseled face swollen from the beating. He dared not say much, let alone approach, simply curling up on the ground, sobbing softly.
Apart from him, the Mei Family had two other young members, who at that moment were as silent as if in the presence of a chilling cicada; these graceful scions of the Noble Clan, who normally stood out, now had to suppress even their breathing. Without a word from Wang Anfeng, they dared not assist Mei Zimo, merely forcing smiles on their faces.
Wang Anfeng raised his hand to gently stroke Lin Qiaofu's head, then turned to look at the two men, and said softly,
"Go on, attend to his wounds, no need to stand here."
"I just hope that what happened today will be truthfully reported to your family elders."
