Li Qiao tugged at the corner of her mouth, glancing at him, "I've seen it before."
After speaking, she looked down at the palm of his hand again and frowned uncomfortably, "Don't get it wet these days; the wound is kind of inflamed."
If it hadn't been for holding hands when they left the Mansion, Li Qiao wouldn't have accidentally discovered the injury in his palm.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Shang Yu looked at his gripped fingers, curled his lips into a smile in response, and then curled his joints to hold her hand in his.
Li Qiao looked at their intertwined fingers, the displeasure in her eyes dissipated somewhat, but she still emphasized, "Still, be careful with it."
"Okay." The man agreed amicably, with a smile on his lips that softened his features.
Hearing this, Li Qiao met his gaze, satisfied, and cocked an eyebrow.
The boyfriend was quite obedient.
...
After work, Li Qiao said goodbye to Shang Yu, and drove to the hospital with Luoyu.
