"What is this??" Tang Yuran's mother paused slightly upon seeing the sheet of paper, then reached out and picked it up.
Tang Yuran's heart skipped a beat immediately, and she instinctively snatched the sheet back, then chuckled dryly at her mother, "It's… it's nothing…"
"What do you mean it's nothing??" Her mother looked at her with a face full of suspicion, "If it's nothing, why are you so nervous??"
"Where… where am I nervous," Tang Yuran strained a smile towards her mother, then pointed with her other hand at the ointment still lying in the drawer, "Mom… the ointment is there… Can you help me apply it??"
Tang Yuran's mother looked at her, then at the ointment in the drawer, was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, and with an outstretched hand, pulled out the sheet of paper from behind her.
"Mom!" Tang Yuran shouted anxiously, as the paper was snatched away by her mother.
