"你一边说你中文不好,一边回说'水深火热'.真够神秘," Mingyu remarked, then went silent as he gave his cell door one final hard shove and tumbled out into the hall, but not without scraping his forearm raw on something. Wincing, he clutched it to his chest, checking over his tattoos for damage— But they were fine. He was barely bleeding and also thankful he'd had his last tetanus booster about two years ago when he'd dragged Fox to get his vaccinations updated by the ear. Anyway, more pressing matters.

He walked up to Lee Chang's cell door, knelt down to help.

"应该是你剑术好.你不看起来像运气好的人."