At that moment in the living room,
Li Yaoyao's foot was wrapped in bandages, as she sat on the couch like a big shot, eating a bowl of noodle soup with loud slurps, exuding a gangster girl vibe.
Next to her,
Lin Zhengying was nibbling on some oatmeal, her face still sporting some minor scrapes.
And Lu Ziyu, apron tied around her, was bustling about, catering to the two of them.
Seeing Lin Yuan return with a look of urgency, Lu Ziyu let out a cry, slapping her forehead and saying, "Oh no, their injuries are quite serious. I've been so busy taking care of the two of them that I forgot to notify you. I'm sorry."
As she spoke, she gave Lin Yuan an apologetic smile.
Lin Yuan couldn't help but roll his eyes.
