Qin Shuang had no idea how to explain herself.
She was anxious about the wounds on He Zhiyao's body, but with the attitude He Zhiyao was showing, if she didn't clarify things, he seemed completely unconcerned with treating his wounds.
"What were you doing this morning? Didn't you say you were going to pick me up from the hospital? When I called you in the afternoon, your phone was even turned off." Qin Shuang blinked, asking He Zhiyao with an innocent face.
He Zhiyao was taken aback by her question.
"Let's go deal with the wound first." He Zhiyao released Qin Shuang and walked toward the elevator entrance.
Qin Shuang: ...
Today, she really saw the extent of He Zhiyao's double standards.
When they arrived upstairs, Xu Ji had already called someone to bring the medical kit and was waiting. He Zhiyao walked over to the sofa, sat down, and started unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
