Research Institute.
After another half month, Xia Ningxing was ready to pack her things and leave. Her family missed her, and since she and Lu hadn't officially registered their marriage, it was not too appropriate to stay together for such a long time.
While packing, Xia Ningxing found a bottle of anti-inflammatory pills she had made for Lu Tingli before.
Looking at the bottle that still had several pills left, she suddenly understood something.
No wonder!
No wonder his wound had been inflamed the whole time!
Apparently, he barely took any of the anti-inflammatory medicine!
"Lu Tingli!"
Xia Ningxing immediately shouted angrily.
"What's the matter?" Lu Tingli came in from the hall, somewhat puzzled as he looked at his girl who called out his full name.
When his gaze dropped and he saw the medicine bottle in her hands, a flicker of guilt crossed his dark eyes.
"Baby Xing, I..."
