Song Yuan was really fed up with him, but didn't want to explode, "Qingshan, my wound looks scary, so I'm afraid it'll frighten you. You should go outside."
"What! What wound!"
Bo Qingshan suddenly rushed forward, reaching out to lift the quilt, Nan Jiaojiao's eyelid twitched, and she quickly stopped him, "Alright, go outside and check on Qianqian."
Bo Qingshan was quite sulky; he had stayed around shamelessly, wanting to watch more of the drama—what was wrong with that? If it were anyone else urging him, he definitely wouldn't listen, but as soon as Nan Jiaojiao spoke up, even though he was reluctant, the loyalty of the little puppy immediately showed, "Alright, I'll listen to Sister Jiaojiao!"
He reluctantly let go of Nan Jiaojiao, turned around, and swaggered out.
Fortunately, Nan Jiaojiao stopped him, otherwise, if this guy really lifted Song Yuan's quilt, the consequences would be unimaginable.
