"Little brother?" After staring for quite a while and finally confirming it, Female One hurried over.
The other three looked at each other. Little brother?
Who else could the person sprawled on the ground be but Wang Wen?
Wang Wen, who had been half-dead on the ground and foaming at the mouth, first savored the voice when he heard it.
Then, as though remembering something, he looked up—and sure enough, it was the Femme Fatale from his memories!
He instantly perked up!
Ignoring his nearly exhausted body, he forced himself to climb up. At the same time, he dodged the pale, slender hands reaching out to help him and watched her warily. "Why are you here?!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Wang Wen realized.
This was the World Tower.
Asking such a stupid question only exposed just how terrible his condition was.
Seeing the girl's helplessly amused expression, he cleared his throat without changing his expression and changed the subject. "Do you have any water?"
The girl was a little annoyed that he was still guarding against her even in this state. She deliberately lifted her head and puffed out her chest with a smile. "Would you dare drink my water?"
Wang Wen cautiously glanced at her figure, which completely mismatched the youthfulness of her face, then calmly surveyed the surroundings again and changed the subject. "Not bad luck. This looks like a convenience store. Once the stage starts, we probably won't lack water to drink."
"You keep changing the subject. I really want to bite you!" The girl let out an "Awoo!" like a kitten.
The other three walked closer, their gazes toward Wang Wen all somewhat strange.
He seemed familiar, yet it was difficult to connect the bedraggled figure before them with the person in their