Liang Haoming obediently nodded his head, "Yeah, not taking it off." But his face was getting hot, his neck was turning pink, and his body was almost radiating heat.
Dong Huiying was a bit speechless, "Cough, I just wanted to look at his injuries..." What did they think she wanted to do? Look how nervous they were, humph!
"Not taking it off," Liang Haoming's face was about to catch fire, and he lowered his head, almost tucking his scarred face into his chest.
Dong Huiying: "…Okay then, Liang Yuening, you check on him. If it's serious, call me. If it's not, you should still have some of the ointment I gave you before, right? Apply some of that to him."
Having said this, Dong Huiying got up, "Where are you going?"
Liang Yuening was also very tense, and even fourth brother couldn't bother with feeling embarrassed, as both brothers fixated their gazes on the young girl.
"Of course I'm looking for a place to sleep," she said with an innocent look.
