Xiaoling ignored Weisheng and left the room in a hurry. She wanted Qiang to take a look at her burnt tongue. She figured the herbal medicine wouldn't suffice. She knocked at the door of Qiang's room and entered swiftly.
"Big Sister?" Qiang tilted her head in confusion, seated on her tea table. "You look pale… Are you okay?"
Xiaoling shook her head in frustration and sat next to Qiang. She grabbed the notepad on the table and scanned for a calligraphy brush. Alas, Qiang confusedly handed her a ballpen. As much as it offended Xiaoling to use a ballpen, she swallowed her ego and wrote down a few words for Qiang.
"I burnt my tongue. Do something about it." Qiang read out loud, then looked at Xiaoling pulling her tongue out. "It's not so bad," Qiang murmured as she stood up to grab her first-aid kit. She returned with the kit and quickly applied some medicine to her tongue.
