When Xu Jiamu finished asking, he didn't wait for Song Xiangsi' response, and shot a glance at the wound on her arm.
He suddenly grabbed her arm, taking note of a ghastly graze. He furrowed his brows, then looked down at the wound on her leg, which creased his brows even tighter. "How did you fall like this, and not to take care of it?"
Song Xiangsi lowered her head, but didn't make a peep and pulled her arm from his grip.
"Where's your husband? Could he possibly not care about you?" There was a tinge of anger in Xu Jiamu's words.
She still didn't say a word.
Xu Jiamu stared at her for a while, then suddenly swept her off her feet, and walked towards the elevator.
He took her to a nearby hospital, whilst she still hadn't registered how he suddenly turned up at her home in Seattle. The doctor soon finished giving her a check up.
According to Xu Jiamu's orders, the doctor prescribed an ointment, then he carried her back to her home.
