After they returned to the mansion, the crazily talented doctor who held a PhD, Ji Yiming, was summoned to treat Tong Lu's wound. The moment Ji Yiming saw the scratch wound on Tong Lu's cheek, he was speechless. Was Leng Yejin not underutilizing his talent? But after he glanced at Leng Yejin, who was sitting beside him and emanating a domineering aura, he did not dare to voice his dissatisfaction.
"It's just a minor wound. You won't be disfigured. I'm going to give you a tube of ointment, and your face will be perfectly fine tomorrow."'Of course, Leng Yejin will have to work his magic too!'
Tong Lu did not believe what Ji Yiming had said. Did such a magical ointment exist in this world? But she flashed a slight smile. "Thank you, doctor."
The scratch wound was not considered serious, but Shanshan was extremely upset about it. She angrily crossed her arms before her chest and asked, "Dad, why didn't you protect mum?"
