"Ming Hao, how are you?"
Miss Shui cried out, her heart burning with anxiety.
When she saw Ming Hao finally defeat his opponents, the great stone weighing on her heart finally dropped, and she hurried over to him.
"Miss Shui, long time no see!"
Hearing Miss Shui's voice, Ming Hao broke into a delighted smile.
He put away his faceplate, revealing his handsome face, and looked at Miss Shui with a flicker of pleasant surprise in his eyes.
"Quick, let me lean on you. My whole body's about to fall apart!"
"Hmph, you lecher! Still trying to take advantage of me at a time like this!"
Despite her words, Miss Shui's body was much more honest, letting Ming Hao lean into her arms.
She gently took out a handkerchief and tenderly wiped the sweat from his forehead, treating him as though he were a porcelain doll.
Just then, Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others hurried to Ming Hao's side as well.
They looked at him anxiously, all asking how he was doing.
"Young master, how are you? Hurry and take a pill to recover!"
Qing Yun hastily took a medicinal pill from inside her robes and held it to Ming Hao's lips.
Ming Hao opened his mouth and swallowed the pill, then accepted a large bottle of spirit liquid from Qing Ying,
Glug, glug.
and began drinking.
Only after a while did he leisurely say, "Don't worry. I'm fine."
Lin Qinqin, Lin Qi, Lin Xue, and the others also arrived at Ming Hao's side one after another, gathering around him and fussing over his well-being with the utmost concern.
Fatty Zhang limped weakly over to Ming Hao, his face full of wonder as he said:
"Junior brother, you're incredible. I can hardly believe you actually beat them!"