"Does it still hurt?"
Listening to the gentle manner Uncle Yao spoke, and seeing those moist eyes of his, Chun Xia couldn't help but think: Uncle Yao was so much gentler than Jun Ye, it wasn't even close.
Manman secretly tapped Chun Xia's hand, motioning her to be quiet, for in the blink of an eye, Jun Ye came back from the doorway.
After wrapping the bandage and applying adhesive tape, Uncle Yao looked up and saw Jun Ye's expression dark and brooding, his long, narrow eyes narrowing further as he stood up.
The two men walked to a side and spoke in hushed tones.
"Has someone tracked us down?"
"It seems likely." With eyes cast downward and a hand propped under his jaw, he pondered.
Yao Ziye also frowned deeply, suggesting, "How about we lay down a smokescreen?"
That was exactly what he had in mind.
Manman slipped her feet into soft cloth shoes, when suddenly a hand appeared before her eyes.
"Lend me your phone."
Didn't he have a phone? Was it out of battery?
