At this moment, Li Zhe put the towel on his shoulder and stood by Meng Yu's bed with a smile. "Ah Yu, I'm here to help you bathe."
Meng Yu looked at Li Zhe, who had a sly smile on his face, and was furious. He directly refused, "Director Li, I'm much better. I can wash myself. You don't have to come over."
Li Zhe's face turned stiff. "How can that be? What if the water touches the wound and it gets worse?"
Meng Yu sighed and directly removed the gauze from his body. He waved his hands and said, "I'm fine. I just booked a plane ticket. I'll return to Rong City in a while."
"What will I do if you leave?" Li Zhe was instantly sad.
Meng Yu looked at Li Zhe's mischievous expression and shook his head helplessly. "I'll buy yours too. If you don't mind, we can go back together."
Li Zhe was naturally happy to go back with Meng Yu, but he still had something to do, so he was afraid that he couldn't go back with Meng Yu now.
