"Butong, don't do this..." Li Jingchen looked at her pale and indifferent face, flashed a painful color on the bottom of her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "OK, I'll go. I'll give you time and space to calm down, but you promise me not to be angry any more. The doctor said you really can't move. What's not comfortable? Call the servant in time. Do you hear?"

Butong closed his eyes and put his face on the other side.

Li Jingchen's heart shrank a little fiercely, and there was a huge pain. He sat for a while, didn't say anything more, and got up and walked out of...