"Yes!" An Ziqing didn't need to walk out; she directly took out the injury ointment from her pocket.
She had just used it earlier, so she kept it in her pocket and didn't take it out.
"Carrying the injury ointment with you!" Ling Chuan said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Yeah, feels like someone always wants to harm me, so I carry injury ointment to protect myself!" An Ziqing responded indifferently.
Ling Chuan also sneered, "Seems like someone is always thinking about harming others, feeling guilty inside, so carries injury ointment."
"Always thinking about harming others, what guilt is there? I'm not a lunatic, hurt someone and then have to carry ointment to save them."
Compared to Ling Chuan's previous questioning, she was rendered speechless.
This time, she seemed particularly sharp-tongued.
"Brother Ling! Look at her! She doesn't look like she's here to apologize!" Li Xian saw Ling Chuan was agitated and quickly leaned into his arms, acting coy.
