Xie Jiuhan snorted coldly and walked straight to the bed. He lifted the snow-white blanket. As expected, Feng Qing was hiding below. She was lying on the bed and looking at him pitifully.
The moment Xie Jiuhan got out of the car, she heard a familiar heartbeat. Knowing that he was here, she hurriedly ordered Little Wu to leave first. She knew that Little Wu would not get away with Xie Jiuhan's temper.
"Hand, take it out!" Xie Jiuhan said coldly, his tone unquestionable.
In order not to provoke Xie Jiuhan, Feng Qing deliberately found a pair of medical gloves and wore them. However, since the man had spoken, she could only be obedient and slowly take off the gloves.
"The other one!" Xie Jiuhan said.
Feng Qing lowered her head and pouted, looking cute and pitiful. She reached out her bandaged hands for the man to see.
Staring at her hands, Xie Jiuhan's nostrils flared as he panted heavily. His black eyes were filled with a terrifying death aura.
