"Let me send you." Zhuo Wuyou's voice was still cold, but it was also filled with disappointment.
However, at this moment, Xu Qing's mind was filled with thoughts of Qiao Yanhui and the children. How could she notice anything else? She could imagine Qiao Yanhui's current state, so she was even more worried…
Zhuo Wuyou looked at Xu Qing, who couldn't wait to leave, and his expression darkened. Did she really not feel anything for him at all? Didn't she realize that this place was very familiar? This place was designed exactly the same as Xu Qing's room, and even the size was identical.
Zhuo Wuyou lowered his eyes and turned around to pick Xu Qing up gently. Xu Qing exclaimed and was about to say something when she heard Zhuo Wuyou say in a low voice, "Don't move. This way, you won't tug your wound. I didn't take care of you so carefully in the past few days for you to hurt your body like this."
