Nie Yixiao's hand was still wrapped in gauze, and as usual, he was wearing a simple black suit.
As he walked in, his gaze landed on Qiao Yongyong, who was clingingly close to Jiayi on the sofa, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Qiao Yongyong immediately dropped her tablet and rushed over, cooing, "Why did you still come today with your hand injured?"
Although she wanted Nie Yixiao to accompany her, always looking forward to the days when it was his turn to protect her, she still wanted him to rest for a few more days since he scalded his hand while saving her yesterday.
"Hmm, I will come personally every day for the next few days to protect you closely," Nie Yixiao said with an impassive expression.
