Liao Yun looked at Xiangnan with a gaze full of pain. Noticing his slightly pale face, her voice couldn't help but carry a tone of severity.
Xiangnan originally intended to refuse instinctively, but seeing her like this, he could only nod his head.
"Mom, I have some things to attend to first."
Zhuo Xiangqiao helped Xiangnan onto the sofa, then spoke to Liao Yun.
Ever since he came back, Zhuo Xiangqiao's expression has always carried a hint of gloom. After speaking to Liao Yun, he turned and left without hearing a particular response.
"Xiang Qiao?"
Liao Yun called out with confusion as she watched Zhuo Xiangqiao's departing figure, but he was already far away. Thus, when she turned to look at Xiangnan, she saw him supporting himself on the sofa, preparing to sit down.
But just as he was about to move towards the sofa, he inadvertently pulled at his wound and instinctively let out a gasp of pain.
