Qiaohao Garden.
"Ah... be gentle, gentle!" Cries of pain from the young girl would occasionally emanate from the living room, "Be gentle, it hurts..."
At this moment, Qingqing was holding a pack of ice, applying it to Wen Meimei's face, "Young Mistress, I've been very gentle. Just bear with it a little longer, and the swelling will go down soon."
"Be even gentler, it really hurts..."
"If I'm any gentler, I won't be touching your face at all, Young Mistress. You could think about something else. For example, think about the Young Master. He hasn't come back yet this late; don't you miss him at all?"
Wen Meimei snorted disdainfully, "Why would I think about him? He's always thinking about his ex-girlfriend. What does that have to do with me?"
Bu Qingqing paused for a moment. It seemed that the Young Mistress didn't want to mention the Young Master; something unhappy must have happened.