Lu An looked at Jin Nian and did not say anything. He did not reach out his hand again, nor did he make any overstepping movements. This did not seem like the gentlemanly behavior of a man with a large tattoo on his arm. It seemed a little hypocritical. It was as if it was just a trick to lure the enemy in, and in the next second, it would devour the enemy completely. He stood up, took out two band-aids from nowhere, and handed them to Jin Nian. He said calmly, "Why aren't you throwing your shoes away when your feet are hurting? Is your reputation more important than your comfort?"
There was a hidden meaning in his words. Jin Nian pursed her lips tightly, "I'm fine with it." With that, she turned around and left, not taking the band-aid that Lu An handed her.
