Long Xiliang stared at the child, and the surroundings were very quiet. No one dared to breathe heavily.
A faint light spilled over his cold eyes. He found it strange; he didn't expect to meet a second person who couldn't hear heart sounds.
The child was also looking at him, but after glancing at Long Xiliang a few times, the child reached out and tugged at Yan Nanxun's pant leg.
"I'm bleeding, gege, I'm bleeding!"
The boy didn't like the feeling of blood flowing out of his body at all. In the lab, he often had to give blood samples, and he really hated those people extracting tube after tube of blood from his body.
And those people would say to him.
Your blood is very precious, you absolutely can't let yourself get hurt.
If he accidentally scraped his skin and bled, he would face hysterical scolding from Long Xingkui.
At this moment, the bleeding child became very uneasy.
