Inside the sterile room, Ye Nianmo lay on his stomach, and could also squeeze out a smile to comfort Ao Xue, who was tearful: "I'm all right. Don't worry about it."

"I've got the Los Angeles hospital in touch. I'll leave later." The leaves are silent.

"Dad, I'm not that serious, I just scalded two pieces of skin, and I don't want to give up the plan I'm talking about." Ye Nianmo frowned and said what he thought. He thought it would take a lot of saliva to persuade him. Unexpectedly, Ye Nianmo just thought for a while and agreed.

Ao Xue looked at the two fierce wounds burned out...