She blinked, following behind him, and under his ambiguous gaze, she picked up the gauze prepared on the table and squatted down to start bandaging him.
Her actions were unexpected to Lu Jinyang, as he had merely made a casual remark and hadn't expected her to actually help.
He watched the woman who was seriously bandaging him with a profound gaze, his thoughts unfathomable.
A moment later, Zhuang Shuqing stood up, speaking somewhat sternly, "Your wound will get infected if it continues like this. I suggest you go to the hospital for treatment..."
She hadn't finished speaking when she was interrupted by the man's indifferent voice, "Give me your phone."
"What?" His abrupt change of topic caught Zhuang Shuqing off guard, and she didn't react at once.
"Your phone, give it to me."
Zhuang Shuqing frowned, "Why?"