"Eighth Brother, are you still mad at me?" Zhao Yao sat by the bed and smiled ingratiatingly at Prince Wei. "Eighth Brother, you're seriously injured right now, you can't get angry. What if your wound splits open from anger?"
Prince Wei was so angry that he couldn't even bother to respond to Zhao Yao.
Seeing that Prince Wei was ignoring him, Zhao Yao intentionally made all sorts of funny and silly faces in front of him, making Prince Wei laugh. Even if Prince Wei wanted to stay mad at Zhao Yao, he couldn't.
When Prince Wei laughed, Zhao Yao also laughed very foolishly.
"Eighth Brother, you look better when you smile. You really scared me when you weren't smiling just now." After saying that, he put on a frightened expression. However, this expression was somewhat comical, making Prince Wei laugh again.
Prince Wei laughed for a while until his abdominal wound started to hurt, causing him to gasp in pain.
