Xiaoyang had completely given up. Everyone in this ward was on Mo Mo's side, and he—the patient—could only be at the mercy of others.
However… after joking around, Jian Dan asked seriously, "How are your injuries?"
"Wow, you finally remember that I'm injured?" Xiaoyang said with a long face.
If he didn't know better, he wondered what they were doing here at all.
It had been so long since she entered the room, but she did not even greet him. Instead, she kept teasing him.
It really made Xiaoyang very unhappy.
"Fine… It's my fault. I'm asking after your injuries now." Jian Dan said as she leaned closer.
"Too little, too late."
Seeing that Xiaoyang was throwing a tantrum, the corners of Jian Dan's lips curled up…
How long had it been since she last saw Xiaoyang's childish expression? She recalled that when she first met him, he was a cheerful and lively guy who would occasionally throw tantrums.
