C635 Neuropathy

"Let's go, Jack," Zhao Muxue said carefully, holding his hand behind Zhao Yang's back.

Zhao Yang patted Zhao Muxue's hand and smiled at her, "Xiao Xue, don't worry."

Zhao Muxue knew that once Zhao Yang made up his mind, he would never change his mind. She could only watch him carefully from the side.

"Get out! We have to get off work at noon. " Peng Meixia said angrily to Zhao Yang