It was not until five days later that Su Hao recovered some ability to think, and he had no objections whatsoever to Feng Cheng's arrangements.
Another month passed, and Su Hao had basically regained the ability to protect himself.
Su Hao opened his eyes from meditation and thought to himself, In about another three months, I should be fully recovered. But Ashan...
Turning to look beside him, he saw that Ashan was still half-dead, slumped limply in a reclining chair.
For Ashan to recover completely, it would probably take more than half a year. By then, the world might already be on the verge of destruction.
Su Hao teased, "Ashan, you don't look so good. Hahaha! Where did all that vigor from before go?"
Ashan was limp and powerless, his voice weak. "Boss Wei, even when I dealt with all three of my wives at once, I wasn't this drained..."
Su Hao: "..."
That was not what he had asked, was it...
Feng Cheng was peeling fruit for the two of them nearby. Hearing this, he said in astonishment, "Senior Brother Yue Ying actually has three wives? Since when? How did I not know? Don't tell me you paid for them!"
Ashan perked up at once. "Do I look like the kind of person who pays?"
Then he went weak again. "If I wanted to, how many beautiful young women would throw themselves into my arms? Feng Cheng, you're still young. You wouldn't understand."
Feng Cheng: "..."
Why was the weakest person here speaking with the most backbone? Feng Cheng could not understand, but he admired Ashan's courage.
Su Hao took the fruit Feng Cheng handed him and bit down hard. It was fragrant, crisp, and delicious.
Ashan asked, "Feng Cheng, where is my fruit?"
Feng Cheng said, "I haven't