At the time, she simply thought that Huangfu Jue had arranged for someone to take Gan Tang away in order to restrain her. How could she call him then?
After unwinding the gauze from her leg, his gaze fell on the bleeding wound that had torn open. His voice softened again.
"Bear with it a little, there's no anesthesia in the car." He took a towel to wipe the blood nearby, carefully cleaning her wound with the gauze, "The handkerchief is folded so neatly. It must have been left intentionally by Xiaotang. The other party's intention probably isn't to harm him. He... should still be very safe."
Of course, this wasn't said with complete confidence. When it came to his son, even Huangfu Jue's rationality could inevitably be swayed by his emotions.
Gan Yuan did not speak, just clutched the handkerchief from Gan Tang in her hand.
His deduction wasn't without reason, but what if...
She didn't dare to think about it.
Turning her face, she frowned and watched the road ahead.