"You're injured?"
Su Qingsang looked at his arm and quickly realized this.
"Minor injury."
As Zhang Yichen spoke, he tried to move his back. Things kept falling from the top of the door.
It didn't shake anymore. He continued to set up the door and held it steadily.
After doing all this, he relaxed and sat on the ground.
Since the area was very small and he was very tall, sitting like this, he was even closer to Su Qingsang.
However, Su Qingsang wasn't in the mood to care about the nuances between the men and women. She looked at the bleeding wound on him.
"Let me help you bandage it."
"No need. It's just a small wound."
"I still need to bandage it. What if it gets infected?"
As Su Qingsang spoke, she went to check her bag again. There were tissues inside.
She found them and wiped the blood stains off Zhang Yichen's hands.
