"This is where you lost your soul," Zhong Niangyao's indifferent voice rang out. "What? Haven't woken up yet?"
At the sound of such cold words, Zhao Xuanglang shuddered and fully came to his senses, leaping up as if he were a carp flipping in the water.
It was then that he noticed Liu Zihang was also here.
"Zihang, what are you doing here?" Zhao Xuanglang asked in surprise. "And, isn't this where we saved that child yesterday?"
"Xiao Lang, how are you feeling now?" Mrs. Zhao stepped forward, checking Zhao Xuanglang up and down. "Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
"I—" Zhao Xuanglang had just begun to speak when Mr. Zhao smacked him on the head.
Seeing Zhao Xuanglang bouncing around energetically, Mr. Zhao knew for sure he was fine. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward, raised his hand, and smacked Zhao Xuanglang's head.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Zhao Xuanglang touched his head, beginning to speak with a hint of grievance. "I didn't do anything! Why did you hit me?"
