"The dagger my mommy uses is made from special material by my daddy, if you get injured, the bleeding won't stop! Are you stupid? Didn't you feel it yourself?" Xia Tian said, pressing one hand on his wound and with the other hand, he fished out Beiming Han's phone, immediately asking the butler to bring hemostatic medicine and inform Doctor Bai to come over.
Beiming Han looked at the little one's anxious appearance, his lips curved slightly, and he felt a little more cheerful, "Are you worried about me?"
Xia Tian, seeing his smile, was so angry he nearly choked, "At a time like this, can't you be serious? You're an adult, yet not as mature as a child like me!"
"Xia Tian..." Beiming Han raised his hand to touch his little face, but as he did, blood got on his face too.
Hearing this call, Xia Tian inexplicably felt a bit sour in his heart, he turned his face away, no longer looking at him.
