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He was genuinely tired and in pain.
Xiao Ye looked at Yao Beikun indifferently, picked up the coat hanging on the side, put it on, and grabbed Yao Beikun, "To the hospital."
"I'm not going... Hey, be gentle, it hurts like hell, fuck, can't you be a bit more gentle, were you this rough with my sister in bed too... Fuck, don't hit my face, I still need to chat up girls..."
All the way there, he kept yelling and complaining non-stop.
Leilei watched Xiao Ye leave and hurriedly followed.
This little man was Yao Beidi's brother, whom she actually couldn't quite remember, but he looked too much like Yao Beidi, which was enough for her to recall.
Her complexion was somewhat off.
This damn kid, she always felt that Xiao Ye cared about him in an inexplicably attentive way.
Because he was Yao Beidi's brother? Or purely out of admiration for this little brat?!
Admiration?!
Lacking any grandeur, how could that be admiration?!