"Don't you want to see a doctor? How about I ask an assistant to bandage you up?" Brother Hao said, sounding like an old wife.
Brother Hao had been worried recently. Little Si had changed over the past year, becoming strange. Paying attention to a girl was one thing, as he was at the age for relationships.
But the strange part was it didn't seem like a romantic relationship, nor like taking care of a younger sister.
Mo Si Huang lowered his gaze, opened the medical kit by himself, took out a band-aid, and roughly slapped it onto the wound as if venting frustration, then turned and went into the room.
Brother Hao: "…?"
What on earth was Little Si doing?
His manager didn't know, nor did any of the assistants!
A few minutes later, they saw Mo Si Huang come out of the bedroom, wearing a casual white T-shirt with letters on it and denim jeans.
He was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask, looking like he was about to go out.
