Lu Xiaoxiao had never been so domineering in front of Chu Mo. Such an attitude surprised him and raised his eyebrows. As soon as he wanted to get up, he noticed a burst of pain in the wound. His movements were slight and his face was somewhat ugly.

It's inconvenient to move like this. Lu Xiaoxiao really needs to be swollen with ink.

"I know you're worried about me, but your current health is the most important. You see you can't move now. Didn't you give me any trouble when you went?"

Lu Xiaoxiao said, but quickly walked to Chu Mo and helped him slowly sit back on the original...