"Does it hurt? Does it hurt?" Ye Beisheng cried. "Are you injuries serious? There's so much blood! Lin Zhen, come and stop the Ninth master's bleeding!"
Lin Zhen was speechless.
Huo Xiting couldn't take it anymore. "Stop whining."
Wen Zhixing was right. Xiao Wu was a performer. As long as there was a chance, she would be able to perform anywhere.
Ye Beisheng raised her head in his arms. "Hubby, I was just worried about you."
Huo Xiting was silent for a moment and closed his eyes. "Mrs. Huo, if I were injured, wouldn't I vomit blood when you hit me earlier?"
Ye Beisheng had just felt that something was missing, but now she suddenly realized, "Yes, if you vomited blood, the effect will be even better!"
Huo Xiting was speechless. Forget it.
"Ninth master," Ye Beisheng said softly, "I came to find you as soon as I heard you were injured. Are you touched?"
"Touched?" Huo Xiting asked casually.
