Xin Ya was so focused on the wound on his shoulder that she didn't hear what ye Cong said. "Let's, Let's go to the hospital."
"I won't die."Ye Cong's back was facing Xin ya, but he still insisted on asking the same question. "Who told you about those messy things?"
Xin Ya:"..."
What messy things?
Ye Cong took the ointment that Xin YA had used up and waved it in front of her.
Xin Ya:"..."
The hand that pushed the ointment away paused. This, that..
Xin Ya's smile was a little stiff. It was hard to explain this.
"You're not going to tell me?"Ye Cong sneered and put away the ointment in his hand. "It seems that this matter has something to do with sister Mao. In the future, sister Mao won't take you with her."
"No, no,"Xin ya hurriedly said. However, because of Ye Cong, she took a deep breath and quickly retracted her hand. Then, she said in a low voice, "I heard it from others when I was filming last time."
