Since he was at home, he was wearing a white shirt resembling loungewear, and the bloodstains on it looked somewhat startling and strange. Even though his expression remained indifferent, his brows were furrowed from the pain.
Si Tian was completely exhausted from the torment earlier, but without resting, she quickly climbed up from the bedding, moving towards the bedhead to call the doctor.
A man's indifferent voice sounded behind her, "You think I'm unhappy because this hand was hurt for Lier. Then let this hand be ruined for you so that you won't need to wear a fake gentle mask in front of me all the time."
Si Tian's movements paused, her fingertips seemingly pricked by needles, and suddenly curled up. It took her ten seconds before responding hoarsely, "No."
She only uttered these two words, said nothing else, and simply crawled over to grab the phone, tremblingly dialing the family doctor's number.
The doctor arrived as quickly as possible.
