"Blood?"
He looked puzzled.
Little Wu clasped her hands together, "Just a little bit will do, don't worry, it won't hurt much. I have already prepared the golden sore medicine. After drawing the blood, I will sprinkle it on, and it won't leave any scars!"
What he cared about was not this.
He just wondered why his wife needed to use his own blood.
However, he was always a man who was not good at asking questions, so he cut his finger with a small knife.
After drawing the blood, she carefully bandaged Haoming's wound, then sent him out before burying herself in her Gu Refinement once more.
This time, Haoming left through the door.
He had entered through the window, but upon leaving, he passed by his second brother outside the door.
He glanced at his second brother and saw a look of utter composure on his face.
With a tightened mouth and a twist of his head, he was about to stride away, but then... "Ha, how childish!"
