He Huan was just about to sit up when a voice rang out beside him. your blood sugar level is too low, yet you still have to go out for a run. You even brought Qin Xuan along. He Huan, you're no longer a three-year-old child.
His voice was a little stern, and it made he Huan think of the Qin mo of the past. The Qin mo in his 20s, the Qin mo who was a busybody. He was really annoying.
she sat up and turned her head slightly to look at qin mo.
Qin mo also looked at her.
he sat on the sofa by the bed, his face a little dark, and his voice a little cold. " congratulations, Qin Xuan has been infected. He's in quarantine now, on his birthday, the day before his surgery.
He Huan was stunned for a moment before she muttered,"You're clearly wearing a mask."
"If masks are all-purpose, there wouldn't be a need for so many doctors." qin mo said rudely.
He Huan bit her lip and did not say anything.
