Squinting his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
His expression growing visibly more distressed.
Of course.
Others around him, however, did not notice anything amiss.
What could be wrong with the two being so warmly friendly, holding hands tightly and not letting go?
The only one feeling that something was off was Abulaxi himself.
He really hadn't expected that the seemingly lean and frail Wu Jie had such a strong grip.
Almost crippling his right hand.
Numb! Swollen! Sensory paralysis!
Amidst the pleasantries, Abulaxi couldn't stand it anymore.
If they chatted a bit longer, he feared his right hand would be doomed.
Thus, he took the initiative to release his grip, preparing to retract his hand.
Spare others when you can.
They had just arrived at the airport; there would be plenty of other opportunities to foster animosity.
Therefore, Wu Jie did not cling on and let go of Abulaxi's hand with a hearty laugh.
