"He still hasn't come to?" Zhuo Xiangqiao's voice sounded exceptionally cold as he looked indifferently at Lian Cheng, who was still somewhat dazed, and casually threw the bottle in his hand onto the ground.
After he finished speaking, he picked up some ice cubes that were set aside, Wei Ziyun looked at the cubes in his hand, his temples throbbing fiercely a few times.
He couldn't possibly be planning to pour all these things over Lian Cheng's head, could he...
Wei Ziyun glanced at Zhuo Xiangqiao's actions, and when he saw Zhuo Xiangqiao raise his hand, his temples throbbed even more severely, and he immediately reached out to pull Lian Cheng, who was still staring blankly on the ground.
Although most of the ice cubes missed him, there were still a few that landed on his body.
Large cubes of ice slid into Lian Cheng's clothes, the icy chill of the ice upon contact with his skin raised layers upon layers of goosebumps on his body.
