"Will that really be enough?" She did not really trust him.
Li Nanheng glanced at her coldly from the side: "It's my wrist. Would I possibly continue enduring the pain for no good reason? Do as I say. Why do you have so much to ask?"
Feng Ling: "Oh."
That was also true; he wouldn't possibly allow his wrist to become crippled.
She rushed to retrieve a hot towel before looking for Da Bin to borrow his self-heating knee pad.
Surprisingly, that knee pad really became hot in her hands. Feng Ling studied it for a while before she realized there was a secret compartment for batteries. No wonder it could heat up on its own.
