Chapter 10 Little Prisoner (10)
Chapter 10 Little Prisoner (10)
If he didn't finish washing, that bastard Fu Ling would scold him again, and he didn't want that!
—Ahhhh, what a poor baby! He's injured and still has to do laundry!
——Damn it, don't treat the little beauty like this!
——That's right, you can't do that!
——Stop it, baby, you're not the only one who matters.
...
"you..."
Os was about to continue speaking when suddenly a soft voice came over.
"Let me help you wash it."
The boy who had knocked the boy's stroller over came over and said apologetically, "I'm sorry I hurt you."
It was not until the other person came closer that Song Jin remembered that this was the boy who knocked his car away.
He noticed that the man had many wounds on his body, so he said, "No, I can do it myself."
Seeing this, Os said in a strong tone: "Go back and rest. Leave the work to him."
When the boy heard what Os said, he said fearfully, "Okay."
So, Oss sent the boy back to the dormitory.
Kaido pushed the slightly worn cart steadily, step by step towards the laundry room.
The car was piled high with laundry, and the wheels made a slight friction sound as they rolled.
However, when he just pushed the cart into the laundry room, he was stunned by the scene before him.
I saw a well-dressed man in a neat suit sitting upright on a stool.
His legs were crossed gracefully, emitting an air of majesty that made people afraid to approach him easily.
Beside this man, there were several burly men with serious expressions following closely. It was obvious that they were well-trained bodyguards.
When the man saw that the person who walked in was not Song Jin, whom he expected, his originally relaxed brows instantly furrowed tightly together, forming a deep ravine.
He moved his slender fingers slightly, as if it was just an extremely subtle movement, but the bodyguards who followed him like a shadow understood what he meant, stepped forward quickly, effortlessly detained Kaido, and brought him in front of the man.
"Where is Song Jin?" The man's low voice broke the brief silence in the laundry room, as if bringing an invisible pressure to Kaido.
Kaido was obviously stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that the "Song Jin" the man was talking about was the young man.
He hesitated for a moment, then answered cautiously with a slightly trembling voice, "He...he was injured, so he went back to rest first."
Unexpectedly, the man's face became even gloomier after hearing these words, and a trace of worry and anxiety flashed in his deep eyes.
Then, he suddenly stood up from the stool, his tall figure giving off a strong sense of oppression. He lowered his voice and asked again, "Are you injured? How did you get injured? Is it serious?"
——It looks worthless!
——Feel guilty! If it weren't for you, the baby wouldn't have been hurt! Feel guilty!
——That's right, now you are prominent!
——Ask, ask, ask. You just keep asking! You can't even read it yourself!
...
This series of urgent questions came out like a machine gun, making Kaido, who was already a little nervous, not know how to answer for a moment.
Finally, Kaido could only bite the bullet and muttered softly: "My leg is hurt. Something scratched it and left a cut."
After saying this, he glanced at the man's face nervously.
The man felt relieved after hearing this, but he suddenly realized something and kicked Kaido hard.
"It's not because of you, is it?"
The man questioned Kaido through gritted teeth, his voice revealing a chilling and sinister aura.
Kaido groaned after being kicked, and his body curled up involuntarily, but he did not open his mouth to refute.
Because he knew very well that the reason why the young man in front of him was injured was indeed closely related to him.
Faced with such questioning from the man, he really couldn't refute it.
Fu Ling suppressed his anger and ordered coldly with an expressionless face: "Go and investigate! We must get to the bottom of this matter!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man immediately turned around and walked out of the room, apparently preparing to go and check on the injured kid in person.
Kaido was still lying on the cold ground, gasping for breath.
After a long while, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
...
At the same time, in Song Jin's dormitory, Oss carefully put the injured boy back to bed.
He looked around at the simple furnishings in the boy's room. After a moment's hesitation, he lowered his voice and said to the boy, "I'll have someone send you a new set of bedding in a while."
Hearing this, the young man's face showed a trace of gratitude, and he quickly said, "Thank you, Os."
Oss smiled and said gently, "You're welcome. It's nothing else. I'll be leaving now. You should have a good rest and remember to keep your wound away from water."
The boy nodded obediently and said softly, "I understand."
So, Os left Song Jin's dormitory.
The young man sat on the bed and whispered to the system: "Os is such a good person."
The system paused, then echoed, "He's really good to you."
Just when I was chatting with the system in front, there was a knock on the door, and then it was pushed open.
Song Jin watched Fu Ling walk in and said with an unhappy look on her face: "What are you doing here?"
Fu Ling came in and saw the boy's wrapped calf. He walked in and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"
"Thanks to you, I'm fine."
The boy said angrily.
Fu Ling did not refute, but sat on the bed, looked at the wound on the boy's leg, and asked in a low voice: "How did it happen?"
The boy pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
Seeing this, the man lowered his head and said, "Don't peek anymore. I'll let you out in two days."
When the boy heard this, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked at the other person in disbelief. He slightly opened his mouth and asked in a low voice: "What did you say?"
"I told you I'll let you out in two days. With your small body, you might die if you stay there for another two days."
The man's tone was still teasing.
The boy blinked, not daring to imagine that happiness came so suddenly, so he asked, "Can I take someone out?"
The man didn't say anything, just looked at the boy quietly, his meaning was very clear: What do you think?
The boy's face suddenly drooped. He pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "How are we going to get out then?"
The man looked at Song Jin doubtfully and explained, "Of course I walked out."