In the adjacent room, Zhou Mu was bathing and had already dismissed the boy by the door.
When Gu Changsheng pushed the door open, Zhou Mu was already washed and refreshed, holding the little sleeping meatball, lying slanted across the edge of the bed.
Seeing his son clutching the evildoer's hand tightly even in his sleep, Gu Changsheng chuckled, walked over quietly, and gently pulled the evildoer's hand out from his son's grip, "Expose the wound on his chest; I need to apply medicine."
"Okay." Zhou Mu nodded, reached out to lift the thin quilt, revealing the scabbed wound on the little meatball.
"Has the decoction been delivered yet? Did he drink it?" Gu Changsheng asked quietly, suppressing his voice.
"He drank it. Beauty Sai was attentive and even sent some late-night snacks over. Yaoyao was very good, ate some pastries, drank the medicine, and then went to sleep," Zhou Mu explained softly.
