Fu Shiyan swept his cold gaze over, and Si Heng took the medical kit and made a quick escape.
Watching the door being closed, Fu Shiyan extinguished the cigarette butt and tossed it into the ashtray on the coffee table.
He hoisted the drenched An Yan horizontally into his arms and carried her into the bathroom, turned on the wall light, and casually twisted the cold water knob.
The icy water showered down, causing An Yan to sigh repeatedly inside, seeming like she was asking for trouble tonight.
She looked up resentfully at the man showering her with cold water, pursing her lips, "Uncle, you really hate me."
"I'm being responsible for you."
"Being responsible for me?" The crystal droplets shattered on her quivering eyelashes, a kind of fragmented beauty, "Uncle is being responsible for himself, just worried about being entangled by me."
