He silently finished applying the medicine and, in the end, he even stuck an unattractive piece of gauze on her neck.
Fortunately, the wound didn't hurt anymore. Who would have thought the Qiao "King of Hell" would have such a meticulous side?
Wen Meimei raised her hand, wanting to touch the wound, but the man's warm palm stopped her.
"Don't mess with the injury."
"Mind your own business!"
Wen Meimei struggled hard to twist her hand free from his palm.
"Qingqing has already tattled to Grandpa this morning; stop causing me trouble, understand?"
Wen Meimei moved her lips; this bastard, it was he who was causing trouble for her, for heaven's sake!
…
Qiao Chengxun picked up the medical kit, intending to leave.
At the moment he stood up, he inadvertently saw a box of instant noodles in the corner; his handsome face quickly turned grave, it seemed she had once again taken his words as if they were the wind beside her ear.