He rolled up Song Yaoyao's sleeves and saw that the blister on her delicate little arm had shrunk, making her skin look wrinkled. His eyes were cold and stern as he noticed a figure from the corner of his eye. "Where are you going?"
"Uh..." Huo Tian suddenly withdrew her footsteps and put her hands behind her back like a primary school student. She stood up straight and obediently said, "Uncle, I... I want to go back to my room..."
"Get over here."
Huo Tian immediately shuffled over in fear. When she saw the wound on Song Yaoyao's arm, she was also shocked. "Why is it so serious!"
Huo Yunque smiled mysteriously and the air around him was extremely cold.
"You treat it."
"Huh? Th-this..." Huo Tian looked at the wrinkled wound and was scared. Her body was already starting to feel pain. "Uncle, why don't you do it? If I hurt Small Auntie..."
