"Move out?" The man's grip tightened around her wrist, almost turning her hand blue with the uncontrollable strength, "What happened, tell me."
"What happened, didn't An Ke tell you?"
Mo Shiqian frowned.
After he received the call from Mom Li, he headed straight back, even forgetting to call An Ke on the way to ask, of course, there was also the subconscious thought that if something had happened, An Ke would have reported to him directly.
"She didn't, you tell me."
"Look at my hand."
Mo Shiqian lowered his head, his gaze shifting from her face to her hand.
Only then did he notice the small red dots on her hand, and the more severe ones had even turned into small blisters.
She spoke again in a cold voice, "If you don't let go soon, you'll cause a fracture in my wrist too."
The man finally loosened his grip.
But in the next second, he took her left hand and led her outside.
"What are you doing?"
"Applying medicine."
"There's no need."
"There is."
