Qin Mu was sitting on the sofa, anxiously standing up from the sofa as she opened those few pictures one by one for inspection, hurrying outwards, repeatedly confirming which parts had been injured in those photos. Then, on the last picture, she accidentally swiped twice too many, and the person at the door suddenly stopped, just staring blankly at that picture.
Feng Fanghua was about to comb Huanhuan's hair, coming out to look for the comb when she saw her standing at the door with a tense face, "Where are you going?"
Qin Mu slowly lowered her hand, then turned back to look at Feng Fanghua, "I'm going out to buy something."
Qin Mu thought for a moment, gave Feng Fanghua a quick instruction, and then left with her coat.
Actually, she was just outside the door, then lowered her head to find the familiar number, she needed to confirm if it was him, because that face was just a blurry shadow, and it seemed tightly wrapped in white gauze.
