The Woman’s Idea, Suspects the Future Predictor Young Man is Her?

The blood-stained silk handkerchief, with some weight, was accurately thrown into the trash.

Qin Shu hurriedly pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper and handed them to him.

"There's so much blood. How can it be fine? You must let Gu Yan check your condition when we go back this time."

She couldn't help but feel a little angry upon hearing the man's casual tone.

Fu Tingyu raised his head to slow down the bleeding. His slender fingers took the tissue that the girl handed to him and covered his nose.

Shi Yan was already speeding, hoping to return to the hotel as soon as possible and brew medicine for Lord Fu to stop the bleeding.

It was already three in the morning when they were already at the hotel.

Shi Yan was the first to rush into the room because the room card was in his hand.

The first thing he did when he entered the room was to open his backpack and get the medicine.