Chapter 414 Who Told You He Likes Me?

• Hearing this, Estelle couldn’t help but sigh and said, “There are only a few days before Grandpa’s birthday. Although the wound on your neck is not deep, it may not heal before that.”
• Cristofer adjusted the rearview mirror on his motorcycle and looked at the scratch on his neck. The scratch was in his Adam’s apple and was about four centimeters, looking distinct.
• At this time, Christina, who had been silent, took out a band-aid from her pocket and handed it to him. “Uncle Cristofer, here you are.”