The brewing mood was interrupted time and time again.
Gu Nian squeezed his eyes shut. He shot a cold look at the deliberate, affected fox beside him and curled his lip. "Nothing."
Baili Jing lowered his head to tend to the wound, his movements serious and meticulous.
But his mouth wasn't idle; he was still talking to Jiang Qingli. "Xiao Li, you ran up several flights of stairs looking for Xiao Gu just now. Do you want some water? Or should we just head over?"
"I'm fine." Jiang Qingli glanced at her watch. "It's still early. I'll leave after the medical robot gets here."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and stroked Gu Nian's back a couple of times. "Let's have the robot check you out first, and then I'll heal you, okay?"
Jiang Qingli had already requested a medical robot when she first arrived.
On the sofa opposite them, Yuan Shimo frowned.
