Huo zhongrao glanced at Mo Chen. Mo Chen nodded and left.
There was a first aid kit in this apartment, but it had not been used for so many years, so the medicine inside must have expired.
"Let go!" The small demon ordered in a low voice.
"Don't be like this in front of the child!" Huo zhongrao's heart ached when he saw the blisters on the back of Xiaoyao's hand.
Little demon glanced at his daughter and son, and they immediately lowered their heads to eat.
It was as if she could tell that her father and mother had quarreled.
The little demon closed its eyes and calmed itself down.
The two of them just sat there. Xiaoyao didn't speak, and neither did Huo zhongrao.
Xiaoyao knew that Mo Chen must have gone to buy medicine. It must have been the two of them who had come without any guards.
Thinking of the guards, Xiaoyao sneered again. Ever since Huo zhongrao became the president, the two of them had not gone out for a walk alone.
