Ning Xiang looked out the window at the road and felt something was amiss, "Where to? Just go to the hotel."
"Let's go to our hospital, I can still disinfect you there."
Ning Xiang wanted to say something else, but Wang Yihan pressed his hand, tears in her eyes as she stared at him persistently, "Go to the hospital!"
He moved his lips, gazing at Wang Yihan's tearful eyes, and said no more.
Wang Yihan sniffled, "To the hospital, thank you, Kuang Mo."
Ning Xiang was only taken to the hotel by Wang Yihan after Kuang Mo had tidied him up at the hospital.
Xiao Yiyi had been rather heavy-handed, not only leaving his face beyond recognition but also covering his body in bruises, turning him black and blue. When Wang Yihan tried to change his clothes, he hissed and dodged to the side.
Wang Yihan looked at him with a pitiful gaze, "Now you realize it hurts?"
"It's fine, I can do it myself." He looked at Wang Yihan but didn't move, as if waiting for her.
