"Does it hurt?" Mo Linyuan's brows were tightly furrowed. He pulled up Leng Rongrong's trousers and looked at the red and swollen area on her knee. His face was so dark.
"It doesn't hurt." Leng Rongrong pouted.
She was about to stand up. But before she could, Mo Linyuan held her down.
"Sit down," Mo Linyuan, who was usually quiet, spoke in a cold and overbearing tone at this moment.
For some reason, Leng Rongrong just sat there in a daze.
The man turned around and rummaged through the drawer in front of the TV cabinet.
After a long while, the man said in an extremely gloomy and angry voice, "Where's the first aid kit?"
Leng Rongrong was speechless.
Why was he irritated trying to find medicine for her?
His anger was inexplicable.
Before Mo Linyuan could explode, Li Ruhua rushed out from the inner room as he held a first aid kit and handed it to Mo Linyuan.
