"Xingfeng, Haigang only has Rong as his only son. If something happens to Rong, I really wouldn't know how to explain to the sacrificed Haigang. It's all my fault; I shouldn't have left him alone downstairs..."
Wang Xia cried more pitifully, and her words were filled with implications that An Ran had ill intentions towards Rong.
Mu Xingfeng had already applied medicine to Rong's wound, wrapped it with a thin layer of gauze to prevent the clothes from rubbing against it, and carefully pulled his sleeve down.
"Luckily, the clothes aren't wet. Otherwise, in this cold weather, Rong would have to endure the cold." Mu Xingfeng said lightly.
"Of course, I made sure to lift up my clothes before doing it," Rong replied proudly upon hearing Mu Xingfeng's words.
"..."
