C85 silent treatment

In the hospital, Cheng Yichen stood in the clinic with Jiang Ruoqing in her arms. Her small face was deathly pale and his eyes glazed over as if he was a wooden person.

Xiao Nansheng, on the other hand, was panicking. He was fired up in the middle of the night just like that, but when he arrived at the hospital, he did not even let look at his wounds.

He could not help but yawn and mutter