Lai Bao frowned, "What the heck? We are supposed to be on the same side, yet there's no special treatment."
Wen Jiaren: "Then forget it, I'm broad-hearted and on the chubby side, my weight isn't exactly ideal."
For some reason, reading this line, Mu Qian thought of Wen Laibao and couldn't help but crack a smile.
Not far away, Lan Ling, who was preparing medicine, nudged An Ying, who was cleaning a gun, and whispered, "An Ying, look quickly, Master's smile is so sinister."
An Ying looked up and said, "Master isn't smiling."
Lan Ling looked again and then silently continued with his medicine preparation.
Lying on the hospital bed, Lai Bao kept refreshing her phone, but Chen Mo didn't reply again. She glanced at the time and called him. It didn't take long before Mu Bai's cold voice came from the other end of the phone, "What is it?"
His cold and distant tone made Lai Bao's heart tighten. Biting her lip, she said, "Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you."