As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the man's aura turn cold, and the temperature in the car seemed to drop by two degrees.
An Ran silently reached out her small hand and raised the heater's temperature by two degrees. I better shut up, she thought.
Mu Xingfeng didn't speak either, or rather, he didn't know what to say.
No words could smooth over the pain on his girl's body, and no words could extinguish his rage.
The car drove all the way to the hospital. Seeing the bustling emergency room late at night, An Ran blinked her big eyes at Mu Xingfeng, "Mu Xingfeng, my injuries aren't severe, just flesh wounds. Why don't we go home, and you can treat them?"
"No way," Mu Xingfeng replied without thinking. After getting out of the car, he walked over to the passenger side, opened the door, and looked at the little girl who was still examining the hospital. "Are you afraid of coming to the hospital?"
