That was something she absolutely couldn't accept. She was Leng Zimo's, always only his, and there were their children, and... Zimo and Mo Mo, how are they now?!
Did Dad find Mo Mo? Did Leng Zimo escape safely?
What about Jiao Yang?
...
Luo Xiaoqian's heart was tightly knotted.
What could she do to have a chance to escape?!
Beside the small sofa, the doctor tied off the gauze, wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Sir, your wound has been treated."
Luo Ke nodded lightly, "All of you, leave!"
The doctor glanced at Luo Xiaoqian, who was bound to the bed, sighed helplessly, and was dragged out by two subordinates.
Luo Ke stood up and slowly walked to the bedside.
The shirt on his body had already been cut open and removed, his bare upper body wrapped with several layers of gauze, the wound on his arm cut by Luo Xiaoqian had long soaked through with blood.
