Her Purpose

"Cut the crap."

Mu Anan's tone was very aggressive. She looked at the knife wound on her right hand angrily.

Blood was still flowing and the wound was quite long.

If she went back and let Seventh Master see this, he might completely ruin her internship.

He would not have been pleased with her internship at the mental hospital.

And she was injured so frequently.

"What are you dawdling for?" Mu Anan patted Huo Xian's head.

Huo Xian's body leaned forward since the motorbike skidded a little.

The side mirror reflected the surprise on the mixed-blood handsome face.

"Young girl, your temper is a little bad."

Although he was teasing her, Huo Xian still took the opportunity to bend down and grab a steel rod and a red hemp rope from under the motorbike.

Mu Anan reached out to take it.