Seeing Bai Yi like this, Feng Liyan felt it was his own fault.
He felt particularly uneasy.
He glanced at Bai Yi, said nothing, and took the phone from his hand, picking up the charger from the bedside table to charge it.
As soon as the phone was turned on, Bai Yi's phone started vibrating.
Feng Liyan couldn't help but sneak a peek; the caller ID showed "Third Young Master."
"You've lost a lot of blood, you need to rest. Make it quick, no unnecessary talk," Feng Liyan said in a strange tone, then continued to focus on treating Bai Yi's wound, though his attention was still on Bai Yi.
Cats have naturally sensitive hearing; even if Bai Yi didn't put it on speakerphone, he could hear what was being said.
Bai Yi ignored Feng Liyan's peculiar statement, considering it a professional habit of Liyan's concern for him.
Once the call connected, Jun Moyan didn't speak first, seemingly waiting for Bai Yi to confirm who answered the call.
"Third Young Master?"
