His entire body was exuding a dangerous aura.
Shen chengjing reached out to take the glass from his hand and put it aside. She took the disinfectant from the side, reached out to hold his large palm, and took a cotton swab to disinfect him.
"You think you can touch him? Don't you know that he's the most powerful man in the world?" Shen chengjing gave him a disdainful look.
Qiming was a little hurt.
His Kung Fu is very strong, okay? Even though mo Yancheng was stronger.
"Hiss." The pain in his hand made him lower his head and look at her.
He saw Shen chengjing carefully disinfecting the wound on his hand. Then, she looked at the medicine on the side, took it, and applied it on him.
"Who wants to kill you?" She asked in a low voice. Qiming would not have been injured like that for no reason. When she had met him, he had looked like he was rotting all over. It was a terrible sight.
Qiming retracted his hand and looked at her with an unnatural expression.
