She was so terrified that her face turned pale. She covered her mouth tightly and dared not make a sound.

At this moment, she deeply felt the horror of Wei Dingbang.

Lu Manyue leaned on the wall with weak hands and legs to hold on to her body. She looked at Wei Dingbang in disbelief with her watery eyes. She blinked suddenly, then closed her eyes again. When she opened her eyes again, the person in front of her still did not disappear, and was still standing there.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were as cold as a knife, slashing at her with every glance.

Lu Manyue's heart trembled and she lowered her head subconsciously.

Wei Dingbang snorted coldly and walked out of the door with a sullen face.

Lu Manyue stood there without moving.

He turned his head and glared at her, frowning and saying, "What? You still need me to treat you before you know to go back to your room?"

Lu Manyue took a step and found it difficult to walk. She bit her lip and stared at her feet.

Wei Dingbang came back with his arms folded, picked up Lu Manyue with a look of disgust, threw her on his shoulders like a bag of rice, and walked away.

The people outside didn't dare to block their way and stayed away from them. The two of them went downstairs in silence.

Lu Manyue felt a little uncomfortable being carried like this. Her face was now covered with blisters from the high-temperature steam burns. When she was tossed around, she would occasionally rub against Wei Dingbang's clothes. She didn't know if her skin was broken or not, but it was burning with pain.

She couldn't help but snort.

Wei Dingbang paused, and when he reached the downstairs of Building No. 7 where they lived, he slapped her on the butt with his palm as big as a palm fan.

"Just standing there and letting others chop you down? Are you a fool? If I wasn't here today, you would be crippled if not dead!" The voice was low and contained a hint of anger.