After a brisk cold shower for about fifteen minutes, Mo Nanze calmed down.
However, the situation had been urgent, and he hadn't time to take off his clothes before dousing himself with cold water. Now, donning his drenched clothes, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
He, Mo Nanze, was thoroughly defeated by Lu Yinfeng.
Mo Nanze sent a message to Shen Lijing, asking him to bring a change of clothes.
While waiting, Mo Nanze thought that if he didn't explain what happened earlier, he might forever be etched in Lu Yinfeng's memory as some kind of freak.
"Lu Yinfeng," Mo Nanze called out.
"Little Uncle, do you need anything?" Lu Yinfeng asked nervously as he walked up to the door, speaking in a low voice.
"When I used to cook, my hand would often get burned... My mom told me, 'If you put saliva on the burn, it'll be fine,'" Mo Nanze stuttered as he spoke.
Outside, Lu Yinfeng didn't respond for a long time.
Unable to hold back, Mo Nanze asked, "Do you believe what I said?"