"Juan'er, you know how your niece is slyer than a demon. If she knew you secretly sneaked home, she would definitely mercilessly kick both of us out of this house," Elderly Lady Qiao said with lingering trepidation.
"Juan'er, let Mother help you apply it." Elderly Lady Qiao worriedly looked at the injury on her daughter's arm, tears rolling down her face from heartache.
This injury was so deep that Qiao Wenjuan's bones peeked out, so how could it not hurt?
After the ointment was applied, Qiao Wenjuan felt like the ointment did have some cooling effects and helped reduce the swelling on her arm, but there was too little ointment. "Mom, get more ointment from that little b*tch. This little amount isn't enough."
BANG! The room door was violently kicked open by our dear Qiao Mu.
