He carried Shen chengjing upstairs, and the others followed.
"Uncle, I'm fine! Ying 'er is still inside, why don't you go and take a look?" Shen chengjing said softly.
If he had not reminded her, she would have forgotten that her knee was injured.
However, Ying 'er was more important. He had been conflicted for seven years. He should go and take a look and not look at her small injuries.
"Don't move," Mo Yanchen took the first aid kit and squatted in front of her to clean her wound.
Shen chengjing was in so much pain that she grabbed the armrest of the sofa while looking at him.
The man squatted in front of her and carefully cleaned her wound with his head lowered. He said,""Endure it, it won't hurt in a while! You should treat your injuries. What if it leaves a scar?“
"You don't like scars? Shen chengjing asked with a smile.
Hearing her words, he was stunned for a moment, then he laughed.
"I won 't,"
