Bo Yanching didn't even plan to let them in; he was about to close the door as soon as he saw their faces clearly.
Xu Shu quickly shoved the medicine box in, "I'm here to change your dressing; as for them, I don't know."
"We still don't have a place to stay, how about crashing at your place for a few days?"
Mo Tingshen insisted on courting death.
This made Bo Yanching close the door even narrower and give Mo Tingshen the finger.
Mo Tingshen wasn't intimidated; he provocatively glanced inside, "Let Jiaojiao take a look to see if your hand is crippled too."
"Get lost!"
"Let Doctor Xu in."
Nan Jiaojiao found some yogurt from somewhere, leaned against the sofa drinking, just in time to watch the door.
Bo Yanching had already half-closed the door, but as soon as she spoke, he opened it without hesitation.
"There's no slippers for you guys, so take your shoes off."
Wow!
Truly heartless.
