"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you involved."
Su Qingluo felt a little guilty, took a box of hemostatic and bruise-reducing ointment from her bag, walked up to the boy, opened the lid, and applied a little ointment on his forehead.
The swelling visibly subsided, and a cool and refreshing feeling spread across the boy's forehead, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.
With a light sniff of the unique fragrance of a young girl, the boy quickly turned his head away, his ears suspectingly flushed red.
"Hey, it's you who bullied my little brother?"
While she was putting away the ointment, seven or eight boys of various heights barged in from outside the door. The one in the lead had a tall and broad build, a round waist, and a fierce-looking face.
Tsk tsk, he's tall enough, but his muscles aren't that strong, and his lower body is unstable - he's far from Wang Meng's level.
Are they trying to have a group fight?
