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.

father was watching the whole thing. He reached out to hold Xante's hand and said, "Xante, my arm hurts so much. Can you please help me massage it? I'm sure that'll help ease the pain a

as if he was stupid. "You want me to massage

stunned into silence. He wanted so badly for Xante to pity him that he had

"Then can you please blow on

She could not stand him

watching us, you know? How can you not feel embarrassed

face, then at the blood

you need new stitches on your wound. Lie here, and don't move around. I'm going

started walking

know I'm faking my injury

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