"Alright, let's not talk about that now; we're both out of danger, so it doesn't matter who he was," Li Zhongnan pinched her cheek and asked, "Little Mute, are you okay?"
Little Mute's face turned red, and she gently shook her head.
Finally, biting her lips, she picked up a stick and wrote on the ground, "Why?" Then she lifted her small head and quietly looked at him.
"Why what?" Li Zhongnan felt uneasy under her gaze. Little Mute's bright eyes sparkled with intelligence, as if they could see right through his heart.
He couldn't help feeling guilty.
Little Mute hesitated for a moment, then wrote word by word, "Miss, gangsters, you arrange. Chun medicine, you give."
Li Zhongnan feigned ignorance, "What a mess, I don't know what you're talking about?" Although her writing was chaotic, he could understand her meaning from these keywords.
