"Quick... stop, don't cry."
Yun Yi stormed in like a whirlwind, rushed over, pulled Tianxing out of Yuntian's arms, then grabbed a few tissues from the table and plastered them on Tianxing's face.
Tianxing, bewildered by being pulled up and covered with tissues, suddenly lost all her feelings of grievance, her crying abruptly stopping as she stood there dumbfounded.
"You scared me to death. I was just making a phone call and you could run off like this. How do you have no awareness of a patient at all?"
Yun Yi looked at her nervously, babbling endlessly.
Yuntian, who was on the hospital bed, instantly had a dark expression. Damn, why was this brat so concerned about his wife?
Was he trying to steal his wife?
Po Xiaoyan glanced at Yuntian's darkened face on the bed, then turned to look at Yun Yi, who was still looking at Tianxing with concern, and was speechless.
Could it be that these two brats were planning a wife-stealing battle?
