Jiang He had long since installed a tracker on Feng Yu's phone. He rushed over as fast as he could, only to find a group of people dragging a limp Feng Yu toward an upstairs room.
It was the first time Feng Yu had ever seen Jiang He so furious.
Jiang He had always been gentle. Even though people constantly looked at him strangely, he had never hurt anyone.
Even accidentally injuring his instructor in combat class had left him upset for days.
He could never bear to watch videos of people or animals getting hurt, either.
Yet this time, he attacked the rich kids who were dragging Feng Yu away.
Only when Feng Yu, still barely conscious, wrapped his arms around him and shook his head did Jiang He regain his senses.
By then, all of them were sprawled on the floor, their heads covered in blood as they groaned in pain.
A security guard stepped forward to seize Jiang He, but Feng Yu mustered his strength and said coldly, "This is Feng Family business. Stay out of it."
The guard immediately backed off.
Jiang He picked Feng Yu up and carried him into an upstairs room.
Once inside, he laid Feng Yu on the bed, already realizing what kind of drug he had been given.
He was gentle, not stupid.
Right then, he wanted nothing more than to go back into the hallway and beat those people all over again.
He typed on his phone: A cold shower will hurt your body. I'll wet a towel and wipe you down.
But Feng Yu caught his hand. Feeling his cool skin, he stroked it greedily.
"Too slow..."
He saw Jiang He's pupils tremble and continued, "Old Jiang, do you hate me?"
Jiang He hastily shook his head.
Feng Yu