Mu Yuan disinfected and applied medicine for him. He wrapped his arm with gauze, and it became a little tight after a while. He seemed to be a little uneasy as well, as if he wanted to wrap him like a mummy.
"Xiao Yuan ..." Jack reminded him.
Mu Yuan came back to his senses, tied a knot, and ran to the sink as if he was escaping. He washed his hands that were covered in blood. From the window, he could see the calm streets outside, and there was no one.
It was quiet.
In such a quiet night, it seemed reasonable to do anything.
No matter how rebellious he was, he seemed to be worthy of forgiveness.
Mu Yuan turned off the tap. Jack had already changed into a clean shirt, and the bloodied clothes were casually thrown into the laundry basket. Mu Yuan looked at him and said calmly,"you already know he Chunwang's whereabouts. How are you going to deal with him?"
