Mo Siyu was silent for a while before he asked, "Xiao Yue, will you blame me?"
Mr. Tang had an accident, and Mrs. Tang fell ill; at this time, Xiao Yue was under the greatest pressure. As her fiancé, he should have been by her side when she was sad and distressed, but he...
"Uncle Mo, you have your own work to do, I can understand," Tang Yue said with a bright smile, and her clear laughter transmitted through the phone. She asked, "Uncle Mo, you didn't get hurt, did you?"
Mo Siyu paused and replied, "No."
Tang Yue unconsciously stiffened her face, her hand holding the phone also involuntarily tightened, and she asked, "Uncle Mo, you promised not to lie to me."
"Cough." Mo Siyu cleared his throat and said, "Xiao Yue, it's just a minor injury."
"Bed 37, time to change the dressing," the nurse's voice arose.
