C522 Mischief

Father Wen leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette case from his pocket. Just as he was about to light the cigarette, he thought of Wen Zhizhi's body and put it away.

Wen Zhizhi leaned to the side. Qin Hanze showed her the wound on the back of her head, her eyes filled with worry. Fortunately, nothing serious had happened. I'll help you change your medicine when we get back