Seeing her come out, he extinguished his cigarette, got up, and opened the window to let the air circulate.
"The doctor is downstairs; go lie down on the bed, and I'll have him come up and treat your wound," he said without looking at Mo Ran. After saying that, he opened the door and went downstairs.
Mo Ran had no objections and obediently lay down on the bed.
The doctor redressed her wound and prescribed some cold medicine before leaving.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Gu Yixuan asked, sitting by the bed.
Mo Ran glanced at him, knowing what he was asking, but she just didn't want to answer him.
His gaze fell on her wound, and he asked again, "You were injured, why didn't you tell me?"
Suddenly, she really felt like scoffing.
Indeed, she pulled out a mocking sneer, "I did want to tell you!"
Only, he didn't want to listen. Even if he did, he wouldn't believe her.
