Li Fengchang heard the words, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his voice was pleasant, "Send the backup gift to the City Lord's Mansion."
"Understood."
After hanging up the phone, Leng Ying lifted her foot and walked towards the sickroom.
The wound on Fang Ruo had already been treated, and a crowd of people gathered around the bed to express their concern. "The main culprit," Mi Shen stood far away.
Fang Ruo, displeased, pointed at her, "You, come here."
Everyone's gaze turned towards Mi Shen.
"Me?" Mi Shen looked back and indeed, there was no one else around; Fang Ruo was indeed pointing at her.
"Yes, it's you," Fang Ruo said, puffing with anger.
Mi Shen raised an eyebrow as she walked over, "What's the matter?"
"I make a living with my face. Now that you've beaten me to this state, tell me, how do you plan to compensate me?"
Hmph—she couldn't let this injury go for nothing.
