Zhuang Shuqing curled her lips upon hearing that.
He could have exposed just a little bit of skin, yet he insisted on taking off his clothes; he could have gone to a hospital, but he insisted on coming to her.
If she didn't know that there was absolutely no such relationship between them, she might have suspected that he was pursuing her.
When she saw the wound on his abdomen, her eyebrows twitched slightly.
How long had that wound been there and he had just let it be, in such hot weather, any random infection could take his life. Does he even realize the severity of the situation?!
If Leng Yixing were here, he would definitely tell Zhuang Shuqing: actually, he knew it all along, but what can he do if he just doesn't like hospitals?
Zhuang Shuqing carefully cleaned his wound, her movements in succession were both gentle and light.