Han Luoli pursed his lips in grievance, feeling so wronged, yet he had to endure it.
In the evening, Bai Xiaoyu directly asked the two of them to go back first. After all, there were plenty of caregivers and nannies here, and he wasn't in much trouble.
Gu Xiaoer could only nod and tell Bai Xiaoyu she would come again tomorrow.
"Xiao Yu, I'll make sure to take care of you back to full health, just like before. Only then I'll be at ease!"
"Alright..."
Bai Xiaoyu kept thinking about what Gu Xiaoer had said to him, moving his painful and feeble left hand. There was nothing he could do; it hadn't recovered at all.
It seemed the left hand was really too severely traumatized.
For a man who had lived high and mighty for twenty-five years, suddenly discovering he had lost an arm, this kind of psychological gap only revealed itself in the dead of night.
There was sadness, there was regret. Fortunately, he saved the woman he loved.
