Aren't You Going to Dress My Wound?

Recalling what Bai Jinyu had said while holding back Fu Huai'an, Lin Nuan was worried that Fu Huai'an might be implicated. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, Fu Huai'an had put out his cigarette. He took out a first aid kit from the cupboard next to the window and walked towards the sofa.

Lin Nuan stood rooted to the spot. Fu Huai'an placed the first aid kit on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa. He looked at Lin Nuan, who had not moved an inch and said, "Aren't you going to dress my wound?"

Lin Nuan snapped out of her thoughts and walked towards the coffee table.

Fu Huai'an's phone was vibrating inside his trouser pocket. He took it out and placed it casually onto the coffee table.