His gaze rested on her left hand. At this moment, Tang Yajing seemed to have only noticed her wounds. She slowly let go, and the blood stains from her nails came into view, making her look scary. As if she could not feel the pain, she said expressionlessly, "So I'm bleeding? I wouldn't have known if you didn't tell me."
Luo Xiangwen quickly took the first aid kit and neatly bandaged her wounds. He said, "Don't hurt yourself the next time you're angry. Old Master's heart will ache if he sees you. You can find a few punching bags to play with. No matter what, you're the future head of the Tang family."
"Mr. Luo, you really know how to talk."
She had to admit that she was very happy with these words. She said, "Seeing that you care about me so much, there won't be a next time."
