C290 Serial Strike

The two of them looked at each other for a good while. Then, as if Xiaoguo was sleeping soundly, he gradually came to his senses. "You finally recovered?"

"Yes."

Qimubai smirked and slowly stood up using the table as support. He sat on a wheelchair and tried to move towards Xiaoguo's position.

"You've worked hard. Let's go home." Qimubai reached out his hand and ruffled's hair