Li Jiaqi looked up in confusion, and He Yingdong stared at her coldly.
Thick eyebrows tightly furrowed, the corners of his lips still curled in that cold mocking manner, and his eyes filled with deep malice.
"Third Young Master, let me do it! I've been taking care of the First Young Master for a long time, I have more experience!"
"Was it you who hit him?" He Yingdong sneered coldly.
Qiu Jin silently put down the essential oil and stepped aside...
"It's okay, let me do it, it's my duty..."
Yes, she was responsible, she hit He Ziting, she was the culprit... Taking care of He Ziting was only natural.
She was well aware that He Yingdong's words were meant for her.
Although she was quite weak, she wasn't stupid.
She walked towards He Ziting, rolled up her sleeves herself, then poured essential oil into her palm, gently rubbing it until her palm was warm, before starting to massage him.
The unconscious He Ziting was completely unaware...
