Even though this idea seemed incredibly absurd to him.
"When do you plan to let me go?" Xia Tian raised his head and asked again.
"I'll let you go once you've made up for my losses."
"What if I can never make up for them?"
"Then you'll stay here forever, no need to think about leaving."
Xia Tian: "..."
After they had finished eating, when Xia Tian returned to his room, he noticed there were bloodstains on his clothes. He frowned; he hadn't been injured.
He suddenly remembered that he had just sat on Beiming Han's lap, and his expression seemed a bit off...
Could it be...
Beiming Han was injured?
A sharp tremor went through Xia Tian's heart, and he instinctively wanted to check how bad his injury was.
But on second thought, what did his injury have to do with him?
Beiming Han was such a bad person; he had abandoned Mommy, him, and Baobei back then. Now that he was injured, it served him right.
