"You're in this state, and you still care if others are happy or not?" Ye Zhantian said coldly, "You should be more concerned about yourself."
"You..."
Nan Zhifeng was at a loss for words, but she did not resist any longer and lay down on the bed for him to apply the medicine.
Ye Zhantian stopped talking, carefully treated her wound, applied the medicine, and then covered her with a blanket: "Rest well."
Then, he left...
"Boss Ye." Ahu quickly went up to him, "Is our miss alright? Does she need to take some anti-inflammatory medication or something?"
"Let her rest for a while first."
Ye Zhantian went back to his room to find some clothes for Nan Zhifeng.
At this time, Su Qingyun had already adjusted her emotions and took the initiative to come over and say, "I have a lot of clothes, you can wear mine."
"Su Yuan, go get a few pieces of my clothes for Miss Di."
"Yes."
