The carriage backtracked to Minshun Boulevard, cruising along the streets that were paved with greenish-black stone tiles.
Inside the carriage, Qiao Sen continued to sob and sniffle for a while. His small face had flushed red, and he did indeed look quite pitiful.
Glancing at his red and swollen small hand, Qiao Mu compressed her lips together and didn't speak.
It was only after a while, when his sniffles had died down, that she pulled his arm over. She took out a small bottle of ointment with a flip of her hand.
This ointment was naturally extremely effective at dispelling blood stasis and reducing swelling. After smearing a small dab, Qiao Sen's red and swollen hand immediately went down by more than half.
"Sister, you're still angry." Qiao Sen peeked at his sister and said feebly.
"Xiao Sen. Do you resent Sister for beating you?" Qiao Mu paused her movements and asked softly.
Qiao Sen shook his head frantically.
