Zhuo Junyue coordinated with her movements, his heart softening as he watched her concentrated expression.
Outside, he was the high-ranking leader of the Zhuo Group.
But with her, he was at his most natural and relaxed.
Even now, as his body was covered in blisters and had become unsightly.
Yet in her eyes, there was not a hint of disgust. Instead, all she had was sympathy.
Zhuo Junyue pursed his lips slightly, he couldn't give up.
Otherwise, he would let down the petite woman before him.
Su Ningyan gradually cleaned him up, and it took almost half an hour before they came out of the bathroom.
The bathed Zhuo Junyue looked much more spirited than before.
Zhuo Mufeng brought some special medicine and asked Ningyan to apply it to him.
At four in the afternoon, Zhuo Junyue entered the operating room.
Everyone waited outside the operating room, with Ningyan and An An each holding one of Zhuo Junyue's hands.
"Daddy, you have to be alright," said An An.
