Bai Jue stood aside, his gaze lingering over the two of them, not interjecting.
It had been so long since he had seen Black Jack treat Jian Luo with such indifference. It seemed that Jian Luo really had annoyed Black Jack this time.
"I..." Jian Luo looked up at him, realizing that he was in the wrong, and, with an earnest attitude, he apologized, "Black Jack, I'm sorry. I promise you, I won't repeat it."
Seeing that Black Jack's face was still sullen, Jian Luo started getting anxious. He attempted to steady himself and reach out to Black Jack, completely forgetting that he still had an IV drip attached to his hand.
"Hiss--"
He pulled at the newly stitched wound on his hand. The pain made him furrow his brows, and the hue of his cherry pink lips lost its color instantly.
"Cool down." The moment he felt the pain, Black Jack immediately forgot about any lingering resentment and quickly helped him back onto the bed.
