Gu Jiajie walked up to Wu Zhiren, his face full of emotion, looking downright saccharine. In a heavy voice, he said, "Zhiren, don't worry. If the ointment is gone, it's gone. When Xiao Jin comes back, I'll ask her where she bought it. I'll make sure to buy a few bottles for you then."
"Alright, you're a true brother!" Wu Zhiren didn't overthink it and showed a very happy expression.
On the side, Liu Pingyuan's face turned peculiar as he stifled a laugh with his fist against his lips. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and pointed at Gu Jiajie and Wu Zhiren, laughing heartily.
Even Gu Jiajie's face held a mischievous smile, the expression on his face was both strange and contorted as he looked at Wu Zhiren.
Their appearance left Wu Zhiren utterly bewildered, then he quickly understood something.
They were obviously treating him as a scapegoat, preparing to use him as a shield if a beating was incoming.
