"Qianqian, let me do it." Glancing at the stoic man before him, Yin Zhi forced a smile. 'Damn it, that stinking snake used this exact same trick to get into the house last time.'
'One after another, is this ever going to end?!'
Perhaps because his expression was one of such gritted teeth, Wen Qian cleared her throat twice.
Once she had his attention again, she said calmly, "Alright, I'll leave it to you."
Wen Qian was incredibly thirsty after running all that way. She took the necessary medical supplies from the first-aid kit, handed them to Yin Zhi, then turned and went into the kitchen.
She came back with two clean glasses, pouring one for herself and one for Chi Heng.
"Thank you," the man said in a low voice, his head down.
His expression was serene. Not even Yin Zhi's deliberately rough motions as he applied the medicine could make him so much as frown.
