Is She Looking at Me?
Su Yu truly was not used to this.
He had helped him put up a front earlier, yet he had not stepped forward.
Now he was supposed to project confidence.
It was far too sickening.
But since the other party had already said so much, forcing a display now would seem overly deliberate.
Seeing Smythe extend the invitation, he could only follow him inside.
Shen Wuxiao walked beside him without saying a word.
Smythe even asked, "Mr. Sikong, has your cold not gotten better yet? You're still wearing a mask."
Shen Wuxiao put on an act and replied, "I still have a bit of a cough. Wouldn't want to pass it on to anyone else."
"Oh, I see!" Smythe smiled. "Then you must take care of yourself!"
Watching their exchange, Su Yu realized that Brother Sikong was a remarkably capable man.
Then, he suddenly saw Brother Sikong clench his fist tightly.
Fresh red liquid was dripping from it, startling him.
"Brother Sikong, what happened?" he hurriedly asked in a low voice.
Shen Wuxiao still wore a stern expression. "Nothing. I just held it in too hard."
"Those bastards dared humiliate you like that, brother Su. Just wait—I'll definitely kill them."
"I had a bellyful of rage with nowhere to vent it. I used too much force, and my nails pierced my flesh."
He carried blood packs with him at all times—the protagonist was full of admiration!
Su Yu was deeply moved.
Truly, deeply moved.
He understood!
He understood everything.
Brother Sikong had watched him be humiliated with his own eyes, yet he could not reveal his identity and had no way to help.
That hatred, that fury, that stifling grievance—all of it had been piling up inside him.
He truly regarded him as a brother.