As long as it's not disfigured, as long as it's not disfigured.
When he goes back, he needs to hold the little rascal and have a good sleep, because he misses her, and he wonders if the little rascal misses him too.
"Let's go back too," Alexander Kingsley ordered.
"Admiral!" Lieutenant Li was astounded. That day, the Crown Prince woke up and no one could stop him. The dean and experts all went, trying their best to prevent him from leaving, but it was futile. He insisted on leaving, so Lieutenant Li and Harry North arranged the itinerary.
At that time, the deans were trembling and kneeling, begging: "President, you cannot be discharged, the injuries are too severe..."
Such words were said over and over, mouths getting chapped, but the Crown Prince shot them a chilly glance that sent shivers down their spines.
In the end.
The Crown Prince just left like that.
On that same day, he flew from New York to the Sovereign Capital.
