Qin Shuang wanted to smash her phone against his face.
She should have just posted the video of He Zhiyao so confidently admitting to hacking her account online, letting those netizens who now worship his looks and treat him like a god open their eyes and see just how shameless he really is.
But...
Her gaze fell on He Zhiyao's unclothed upper body, and she couldn't help but feel a bit flushed. He Zhiyao at that moment resembled those two-dimensional characters sketched out in comic books—slender and possessing a fragile kind of beauty.
She couldn't help but lower her eyes, avoiding the gaze he directed at her.
Xu Ji finished packing the medical kit and reminded, "I'll have Assistant Jin send over the ointment, change it twice a day, morning and evening. Don't get the wound wet until it has scabbed over, and make sure to change the dressing on time. Watch for signs of infection."
After speaking, he headed straight for the door with the medical kit in hand.
