Sunny made his voice sound hoarse when he said, "I don't know. Maybe the wound opened up again when I moved my arm to call you."

Xante frowned and looked at him sternly. "You idiot. You should've used your good arm to call me instead!"

Sunny pouted pitifully. "I was in a hurry to call you, so I didn't think too much about it..."

"Haha ahem, ahem!"

The sound from the sofa caught Xante's attention. When she looked up, she found a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.

Maxwell could not fight back his laughter. He did not expect Sunny would put on such a show in front of a woman. It was a pity that Sunny was not an actor, or he would have won the 'Best Actor' award.

Xante roughly guessed who the middle-aged man was by how similar he looked to Sunny.

"You must be Mister Maxwell. Forgive me for not noticing you," said Xante, slightly flustered. Maxwell waved nonchalantly. "It's okay, don't mind me. You two can continue chatting." Xante did not know what to say.

watching the whole thing. He reached out to hold Xante's hand and said,

Sunny as if he was stupid. "You want me to massage your wound?

to pity

can you please blow on my

lips twitched. She could not stand him behaving like that in front of his

behave yourself. Your father is watching us, you know? How can you not feel embarrassed at all?" "We're not doing

his face, then at the blood oozing out of

here, and don't move around. I'm going to get the doctor to check on

around and started walking

to know I'm faking my

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