Chapter 700: Argument_1

"Stay calm, we must stay calm," Secretary Little Wang hurriedly said.

Wei Qin didn't hear a single word, he took Jiang Yang's small hand into his, looking at him with pained eyes, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Jiang Yang's eyes were red, and he even put his ear up to Wei Qin's face.

"It hurts!"

Seeing Jiang Yang's state, Wei Qin couldn't help but chuckle, whispering, "Should I blow on it for you? It won't hurt after I blow on it."

Jiang Yang stared at Wei Qin's gentle and clear eyes, nodding fervently, "Blow on it!"

"Alright!" Wei Qin smiled slightly. Although he was good-natured, those around him knew he had never been genuinely happy. It was as if Wei Qin lacked emotional fluctuations, everything was alright, which also meant nothing was alright.

Seeing the smile on the face of a person who has been tormented by sickness for many years, looking pale and gloomy, could make one so happy they would want to weep.