1650 Officer Qian, What Are You Doing?

After ending the call with Ye Yuwei, Mo Fei continued staring at the ceiling with a pair of unfocused eyes.

Family?

The word itself was a joke.

Qian Yikun turned around and pushed the door open. He walked straight to the bed and reached for the first aid kit. "It's time to change your dressing."

He spoke as-a-matter-of-factly, like a gentleman.

She turned her head as little as possible and looked at the man sitting by the bed. "Where's Xin Ya?"

"Cooking," Qian Yikun said without raising his head. He took out the ointment and reached out to undo Mo Fei's buttons.

Mo Fei suddenly reached out and grabbed Qian Yikun's wrist. "Officer Qian, up to no good here?"

Qian Yikun's wrist was held by her cold hand. He raised his eyelids slightly and sneered, "You? Do you think you're worth that much?"

She tightened her grip on his wrist. "If I'm not worthy of you, then why do you have to take care of me like this? Are you a simp?"