Huo Chuan felt the pain in his wound lessening a little. The corners of his lips curled up. "Are you concerned about me?"
Yun Qing wanted to roll her eyes. However, out of concern for Huo Chuan's injury, she could only say calmly, "I just don't want to owe you one more time."
"You can owe me as many times as you want."
Yun Qing was speechless—Huo Chuan was injured, how could he flirt with her?
The ambulance arrived swiftly. The medical staff carried Huo Chuan into the ambulance. Yun Qing hurried to follow, but Huo Chuan stopped her. "That, that bouquet of flowers..."
Huo Chuan reached out his uninjured hand and pointed at the bouquet of roses on the ground.
He had just only bought it.
It was obvious that he had given them to Yun Qing.
