Huo Baoming did as Xiao Feng had expected, but he wasn't pricking a doll, he was pricking himself. His hand trembled slightly, his whole body tensed up, but he didn't move.
He asked in a low voice, uncertain, "Captain, I haven't offended you, have I?"
Captain?
Both servant and master's eyes fell on the slender figure standing before them. Why call her captain?
Yun Yue arched her brows but didn't answer his question. She spoke indifferently, "Don't want your hand anymore?"
Huo Baoming was silent for a moment, then said fearfully, "I want it... didn't you say you were taking me to see a doctor? Put the needle away first."
Her way of handling the needle was strikingly similar to Nanny Rong.
This needle, once pricked, would make him cry for his parents.
"I am the doctor. Stretch out your hand!"
