"Yan Can!"
Yan Zhuo's voice was low, but it revealed obvious tension and anxiety.
Su Shaoyang was displeased and immediately said, "Why are you yelling? What if you scare Can Can?"
Yan Zhuo had already walked to the bedside when he heard these words and suddenly stopped.
As if he had just realized there were two living, breathing people in there, he turned around and glanced at Su Shaozhou and Su Shaoyang, his gaze lingering on the latter's face, which was very similar to Yan Can's.
Can Can?
Miss Yan Can?
Everything seemed to have an answer.
But after only a second of silence, Yan Zhuo turned around and looked at Yan Can with a mixture of worry and anger, cautiously avoiding any contact.
An arm with bandages.
A foot wrapped in plaster.
Scars left from abrasions on the arms and legs.
How did you get injured?
"Does it still hurt?"
Su Shaoyang was about to speak again when he saw Su Shaozhou gently shaking his head at him.
He didn't understand what it meant.
Su Shaozhou then gestured for him to look at Yan Can.
He looked over in a daze, only to see Yan Can staring at Yan Zhuo in a daze, as if in a trance.
What's wrong with Yan Can?
"377, who is he?"
"Host, he is Yan Zhuo."
Yan Can rejected the answer after just one glance.
"No."
"He is not Yan Zhuo."
377: "..."
If it's not Yan Zhuo, then who is it?
This is clearly Yan Zhuo.
But Yan Can ignored it and suddenly smiled.
"come over."
Su Shaoyang was slightly taken aback. Who was Yan Can talking about?
Footsteps sounded.
Yan Zhuo approached expressionlessly and skillfully half-squatted.
Like a puppy.
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