Xia Yihan holds the hand of wine and drinks, and smiles to persuade her: "It's all right. Looking at the scary, the wound is actually very shallow, and it will soon heal."

"one connotation!"

"Where do you speak here? Still standing!" The housekeeper went up to the wine and drank to her.

"Come on!" Xia Yihan said softly.

"Hang in there, wash your hands quickly, don't let Mr. Ye wait too long."

The housekeeper was very polite to Xia Yihan in front of Ye Zimo. The injury on her wrist relieved him a lot, but if she died, he would be happier.

She was so badly injured that the prince...