Her anger

Lin Hanxing lowered his head and looked at Yuan Bao as he listened.

She couldn't help but think of how he had been so frightened that his face had turned pale when she had first entered the ward.

She sat there timidly, like a timid Cub.

Lin Hanxing's eyes were gradually filled with malice.

She closed her eyes and patted Yuan Bao's back, hoping that this action would make him relax.

The other party hung up the phone and turned to walk towards the ward.

In order to avoid the other party, Lin Hanxing carried Yuan Bao into the fire escape.

Through the narrow glass on the two thick doors, she could vaguely see the other party dripping eye drops into his eyes.

After a long time ...

Lin Hanxing walked out of the fire exit and continued to walk towards the public washroom.

She turned on the tap and gently washed the dried blood off Yuan Bao's hands, even smiling.

However, if the mute uncle Jin was here, he would definitely understand ...