Zhang Long squeezed his hand several times, only to feel the thick plaster, which was unsatisfying, so he pretended to accidentally elbow the cast, then apologized, "Sorry, I was thinking about something else and got distracted. I hope your wound is okay?"
The plaster wasn't very sturdy to begin with, and when Zhang Long struck it forcefully, it immediately broke into several pieces. Fortunately, Ye Fan's injury had already healed, so the broken plaster didn't matter much. But if Ye Fan had still been injured, such a rough handling by Zhang Long probably would have sent him back to the hospital for treatment.
"You... you shameless, worthless scum..." Fuming and purple with rage, Pan Qianqian shouted loudly, hurling every insult she knew in one breath, stopping just short of scratching Zhang Long's disgusting face.
