Half an hour later.

Fu Xinian sat on the iron chair in the infusion room, stretched out his arm covered with red rashes, and waited for the nurse to change the hanging bottle.

Two uniformed uncles stood across from him, holding their phones to contact his family, making sure that he wasn't really here to find a quiet place to see each other, and then he was relieved. After more than ten minutes, the two finally hung up the phone and returned to Fu Xinian.

......

Chapter 163 You're so delicate You're hitting it in your hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!