"Miss, do you know how ancient China made ice?"
"Miss, did people in ancient times also use ice to soothe injuries?"
"Would you like to try? These ice bags probably didn't exist in ancient times, right?"
Nie Guangyi finally handed out the two ice bags he was holding.
"..."
Nie Kongfei transformed into Nie the chatterbox.
Meng Xin Zhi was originally very angry.
She had been scratched out of nowhere, without even an apology.
Looking at the two ice bags tremblingly handed over, her anger somewhat subsided.
She took one, and Guangyi supported the one in his hand under Xinzhi's arm.
Meng Xin Zhi was not the type to dwell on issues.
Now it seemed that this very strong "One Hundred Thousand Whys" had not intended to injure her.
After some thought, Meng Xin Zhi let go of her anger.
After all, aside from the redness, there was no other issue.
"Ice, as a natural product, has always been around," Meng Xin Zhi chose to forgive and forget.
