Lao Xia choked and waved her hands hard, "You... let the nanny come."
"Hey, I will serve you personally, okay?" The man was a little dissatisfied, but he still obediently invited the nanny.
After a lot of trouble, Lao Xia finally drank water and drank several glasses of water. She has been in a coma these days, although sometimes she is awake and sometimes she can see people.
The doctor came in and took off the instruments on Lao Xia's head. The nanny carefully helped her sit up.
Lao Xia only felt a slight pain in her head, but everything else was fine, nothing special.[
"Don't be afraid. You can walk anywhere, but don't go out of the house. Otherwise, if you faint suddenly, I can't guarantee that you will be safe and sound."
The doctor warned that Lao Xia knew that her head injury was not fatal, but follow-up care was also important.
"By the way, what's your name?" The man then remembered to ask Lao Xia, and Lao Xia smiled faintly. In fact, she just wanted to call Bai Anyuan now and tell him that it was fine.
Seeing as she was in this place, Bai Anyuan must not know.
"My name is Qiao Laoxia. Sir, can you lend me your mobile phone? I want to call my family to inform them."
Lao Xia said calmly, and the man's face darkened, "No, your illness is not cured yet, and...I can't die because of you. If my enemies find out, that won't be easy."
Lao Xia was heartbroken and a little helpless.
Can't you make a phone call?
This was clearly teasing her, so Lao Xia cleared her throat, "Sir, do you really regard me as your savior? You can't even make a phone call?"
The man smiled lowly, cunning and rogue.
"Of course it is. In order to repay your kindness, I can also promise you, woman, be my woman. You don't have to go to work, you can eat, drink and have fun. I guarantee you will be happy."
Laoxia squirted again, but the nanny on the side was smiling, "Our young master loves to joke."
Young Master? It seems that your identity is not simple.
"Sir, I'm serious. I don't want my family to worry."
Lao Xia raised her face and looked at the man coldly.
There is no good intention in imprisoning her here, right? "Who are you?"
Lao Xia's tone also became colder, and the man shrugged, "Call me Xiao Cang. I won't tell you your full name."
He really looks like a child, a cynical child. This guy reminds Lao Xia of Geng Ao Chu.