He seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes were even more frightened, even a little wary.
Xia Zihao hugged Yu Yuanyuan tightly, his throat was a little dry, "The ambulance is coming soon, I'll take Yu Yuanyuan to the hospital."
"Okay" Yu's mother could only nod in agreement.
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Yu Yuanyuan opened her eyes and saw only patches of white. She almost thought she was in heaven. But when she turned her eyes, she saw the young master's face, and her pupils shrank suddenly.
"Are you awake?" The voice was gloomy and cold, slightly mocking.
Yu Yuanyuan didn't know what it was like at this moment. She was even willing to sleep for a long time, rather than fall from heaven to hell as soon as she opened her eyes.
"Yuanyuan, are you awake?" A voice of surprise came from the door.
Yu Yuanyuan suddenly felt warm and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Mom"
Little did he know that his throat was dry and astringent, and he could hardly make any sound. He had to swallow his saliva with difficulty.
Suddenly, a glass of water was stretched out in front of her eyes, and then her body was gently pulled up. Yu Yuanyuan looked at Xia Zihao in disbelief.
Perhaps because he has never taken care of anyone, Xia Zihao's movements seemed a bit stiff, but his face was still expressionless, and his whole person looked cold and ruthless, which did not match his movements at all.
Yu Yuanyuan didn't dare to resist his action even though she was unwilling, so she had to follow his hand and drink the water.
Xia Zihao's body leaned forward slightly, then the quilt covered her, the corners of his lips gently brushed her ears, and a cold voice with warning came over
"You know what should be said and what shouldn't be said."
Yu Yuanyuan's body trembled slightly again, biting her lower lip tightly, her lips were bloodless
"Sister Yu, you take care of her, I'm leaving first."
Xia Zihao straightened his sleeves, looked at Yu Yuanyuan meaningfully again, nodded to Yu's mother, and walked out of the ward.
The moment he left, Yu Yuanyuan was paralyzed.
If she was brave enough, she really wanted to slap him twice in the face
But she didn't. She would always be stepped on by the young master, without even daring to moan.
Her heart was full of sourness, and tears almost burst out of her eyes, but she could only hold it back because her mother was still here and she couldn't let her worry.