Xiang Wai called the chauffeur who Mu Chenyan left with her and asked him to get a couple of things like a new shirt for him. She obviously couldn't let him roam around in that dirty shirt or even shirtless for that matter.
When Zhai Yanjun walked out of the bathroom, shirtless, she had already gotten the things. Surprisingly, the chauffeur was really fast. Or maybe anyone working for Mu Chenyan was naturally good at their job.
"Sit!" she told him and he obediently sat down on the edge of the bed in this small resting room. She strutted over to his side and leaned to observe the area of the burn. "Maybe we should see a doctor?" she suggested.
"There is no need to," he answered as he took the shirt from her hand.
