Lin Luqiu's home was not very tidy, like most young girls' homes, it was a bit messy, but with a sense of order.
The interior of the house was warmly decorated by her and Han Yue, with a few pieces of clothing and blankets on the sofa, a pink health-preserving kettle washed after use on the coffee table, and some professional books.
Fu Jingchen glanced at the book titles and saw there were not only books on traditional Chinese medicine but also on music.
And in the corner of the living room, there was a very eye-catching white piano.
He noticed it immediately: "You can play the piano?"
"A little." Lin Luqiu didn't explain much, just took out a medicine box from under the TV cabinet, and took out iodine, cotton swabs, and plasters one by one.
"Let me help you." The man walked over and knelt on one knee, swiftly opening the lid of the iodine bottle.
Lin Luqiu looked up and met his gaze, then she looked away: "No trouble, President Fu. I can do it myself."