After applying the medicine to her bruises, Luosang went upstairs. She knocked on Nian Junting's door, then walked into the master bedroom. Nian Junting was sitting by the tea table with a macadamia nut in his hand. "It took you quite a while. Is it bad? Should I call a doctor?"
"We spent some time to rub the liniment in. No need to call a doctor, because I feel much better now." Luosang walked up to him and said, "Would you like some macadamias? Let me shell it for you."
"No." Nian Junting threw the macadamia nut back into the plate on the tea table and said, "You're hurt; I should let you rest."
"Thank you…" Luosang was flattered by the rarely shown kindness of her boss.
Nian Junting curved his thin lips into a smile, then pointed at the drawer of the tea table and said, "Take out that thing in there."
