Destroying peace had always been the strength of Japanese students. Ye Jian smiled and bowed. She retracted her gaze and sat on another chair.
"Are you here to treat your injured finger? Is it very serious?" Ye Jian's polite smile earned Michiko Matsuyama's concern. Her gaze was already on Ye Jian's injured finger. She frowned slightly. "It looks very serious. Is it infected?"
From her facial expressions and tone, it seemed like she was really worried about Ye Jian.
Only she knew if she was really worried or not.
One shouldn't hit a smiling person. Since the other party wanted to be polite, how could Ye Jian ignore her? She naturally chose to go along with her and treat her politely. "Thank you for your concern. I don't think it's infected."
Michiko Matsuyama heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to say something, Maki Fujino, who was blocked, said in a low voice, "Michiko, we can leave now."
