Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao, who was still drinking water. The young girl's expression was indifferent, her eyes drooping at the corners, inadvertently revealing a hint of defiance.
His thin lips curved slightly, and he lowered his head to straighten the cuffs of his shirt, "Not at all, since I promised you, no matter how busy I am, I'll keep my word."
Li Qiao suddenly met his gaze, the deer-like eyes brimming with shimmering light.
Soon, Shang Yu asked again, "Have you learned to suture wounds before?"
Li Qiao pinched the mineral water bottle in her hand and gave a reserved smile, "Hmm, sort of."
Clearly, she was holding something back.
Shang Yu gave her a meaningful look for a while and made a candid assessment, "Not bad technique."
Li Qiao's eyes flickered, and she suddenly remembered hearing that Parma's Shang family was a long-standing traditional Chinese medicine family.
Shang Lu was a famous doctor, so that would mean Shang Yu...
