I Can See The Success Rate

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Standing by the sofa for a moment, Bai Wu suddenly paused.

He gently held Di Qingqing's small foot and examined it carefully.

There was still a purplish-red swelling at the back of her ankle, quite large, caused by a second sprain.

"What were you so excited about? Was it necessary to get that worked up? Now look, you sprained the same foot twice in one day. Isn't that a pain?"

Bai Wu muttered to himself, shaking his head.

He gently placed Di Qingqing's small foot back under the covers, then took hold of Mu Yi'er's small foot.

He examined it carefully.

It was exactly the same as Di Qingqing's.

"837" Mu Yi'er's ankle also had a significant purplish-red swelling.

"What should I say to you? Couldn't you wait for me to finish speaking? It was just that the car parked in the spot got hit, not that I was hit while driving. I'm standing right in front of you, isn't that enough? Was it necessary to get so worked up?"

Bai Wu muttered to himself in a low voice, "Even though I know you got so worked up because you were worried about me, why can't I feel happy about it?"

After confirming the condition of Mu Yi'er's ankle, Bai Wu placed her small foot back under the covers.

He stood up again.

Stretched his body.

Bai Wu tiptoed quietly out of the living room.