Lu Mianmian's eyes lit up, "Thank you, thank you!" she repeated, thanking him incessantly.
Wen Muqing watched the old fisherman with a deep gaze, and after a moment, he said, "Alright, whatever preparations you need to make, just let me know, we depart tomorrow!"
"Okay," the old fisherman replied.
Only then did Lu Mianmian breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly sent Wen Mulan to the hospital first.
On the way, Lu Mianmian saw that Wen Mulan's shoulder was still bleeding continuously and said full of guilt, "I'm sorry!"
He had warned her not to provoke Wen Muqing, but in that moment, she still couldn't help speaking out.
If she hadn't provoked Wen Muqing, then Lan wouldn't have been injured!
"It's not your fault," he said gently, "Besides, it doesn't really hurt that much, to me, it's just a minor injury."
Lu Mianmian's eyes grew even more moist, even now, he was still so gentle.
But the gentler he was, the worse she felt.
