Xiaoxiao came outside and saw Yang Ming waiting at the restaurant.
"Why did you come!"
"I'm here to pick you up!"
Yang Ming stood at the door of the private room, listening to the faint laughter inside. Jealous, he wanted to rush in, but reason made him leave, afraid that entering would anger his wife further.
"..." What's with him? He's arrogant just after a fever has gone! But she was genuinely surprised that Yang Ming had come to pick her up.
"Since you're here, let's go to the medical clinic and check your injuries!"
"Alright!"
"..." Why is he talking less now, wasn't he cheerfully calling me wife before?
The two of them then arrived at the medical clinic, where they could hear heart-wrenching cries from inside: "Doctor, please, I beg you to save our young master, please, help us!"
A little old woman, kneeling on the ground, was pleading while holding a three-year-old child in her arms.