"Are you planning to leave soon?"
"Yeah," Jia Molei shrugged. "I have found a place to live in, and my belongings will soon be sent there. All I have to do is leave, I guess." Seeing He Juan's nonchalant posture as he played with the phone, he furrowed his brow and his occupational disease kicked in. "Careful not to put pressure on your arm. Do you want your wound to reopen? Fuck, you Alphas are so careless. Do you think your body is made of steel?"
