Nan Jiaojiao looked at the blood-soaked bandage removed from his body, fell silent, and said nothing.
After the doctor finished treating him, he cautiously advised Nan Jiaojiao a few words and hastily left with his team.
She never considered staying to take care of him; it wasn't appropriate given their relationship.
Moreover, it was too disruptive to her sleep.
So she tried to find Yeh Hannian's phone, whether to call Yeh Xiao or Yeh Xing, it didn't matter; she just needed one of them here.
But Yeh Hannian's phone was locked with a password she couldn't guess.
Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed. Instinctively, she struggled a bit. From the angle of her lowered head, it seemed she saw Yeh Hannian open his eyes once, with little sustaining strength, then he closed them again.
"Since you're here, don't rush off. Did you really think that kick I endured was for nothing?"
Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her brow. "You're awake?"
