C897 You Guys Are so Mean

"Lord Fatty, what's so good about this hospital? Should we go look for Miss?" A lackey with his arm wrapped in bandages said to Yang Zhuang in a fawning manner.

There was nothing wrong with his hands. He was just wearing a bandage to cover his tracks.

Yang Zhuang smacked him in the face and scolded, "You pig's brain! If my cousin finds out that I'm not staying in the hospital