Yu Lingqian's voice was cold and harsh, and somewhat loud, making Mu Anran's eardrums tremble.
Her hand was already hurting badly, and being shouted at like that only made her feel more aggrieved.
Yet, Yu Lingqian's complexion looked so terrible that she didn't even dare to struggle, "Young Master Yu... actually, it was my hand that got scalded, not my foot..." I could totally get down and walk by myself.
As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately felt the air pressure over her head sink:
"Have you learned to talk back, huh?"
Mu Anran quickly shut her mouth, not daring to anger this Lord Buddha anymore.
His angry expression was really terrifying, as if he could devour someone alive.
Back in the bedroom, he disdainfully tossed her onto the bed, then pulled out a small tube of ointment from the medicine box.
He somewhat roughly grabbed her hand and applied the ointment stiffly.