"Zhaozhao... I think my arm hurts terribly."
Suddenly, Song Sinian spoke softly, and Lu Zhaozhao, who had a gloomy look on his face, immediately lifted her little face and walked over to him.
She held his arm nervously and started examining it, "Does it hurt a lot? Do you want me to call the doctor? Do we need to run some tests? Could it be the wrong medication?"
Lu Zhaozhao bombarded him with these anxious questions, baffling Zhao Xi and Xia Wenqing who were nearby.
Just this?
Had their anxious rambling for the past half hour not been effective at all compared to this single sentence from Song Sinian?
The two exchanged glances, seeing the word "disdain" in each other's eyes.
Alright, fine, not being able to act sweetly might be why they don't have wives.
Song Sinian, noticing that Lu Zhaozhao's attention had shifted, then took her little hand and soothingly patted it, "I'm okay, it just hurts a bit at the wound. As long as you stay by my side, it won't hurt so much."
