Xiyan leaned in to take a look—
Indeed, in the photo, Luoluo was resting on the couch, looking at the bandage on his foot with a face full of despair.
Xiyan exclaimed in shock, "How did this happen? Wasn't he able to move around on the ground before?"
"How would I know." Ou Jue's dark eyes stared at her unblinkingly, "In any case, you haven't settled your debt yet, you can't just desert your post."
"So you just left Luoluo alone at home with his old injury recurring?"
"...I came to take you back."
Xiyan was taken aback.
Why was there a sense of ambiguity, as if she had run away from home?
In any case, even if Luoluo's old injury had recurred, it was already too late to rush back and cook for him today.
Xiyan took out her phone and explained the situation to Luoluo via video call, repeatedly asking if he was okay, before she felt relieved.
Turning around, Xiyan found Ou Jue still standing at the doorstep, watching her all this time.
Yikes.
Xiyan took a step back.
