Zhou Jin'an was stunned and immediately let go of his hand.
Ding Hao was also stunned; he pushed Zhou Jin'an away abruptly.
"Quick, bring me my medical kit!"
Ding Hao roared, frightening Sister Rong who trotted off to fetch his medical kit.
He quickly got up and walked over to Qiao En, his slender fingers parting the hair on her forehead.
She had hit herself hard; a large bump had formed on her forehead, and it was bleeding.
Ding Hao bent over, blowing gently on the bump on Qiao En's forehead.
The two of them were too close, their actions looking excessively intimate.
Zhou Jin'an's brows were furrowed so tightly they could squeeze out a sea.
"I'll do it."
He stepped forward, intending to take Ding Hao's place.
However, Ding Hao gave him a disdainful glance and refused to move aside.
"Are you complaining that you didn't hurt her severely enough?"
Crimson blood seeped from Qiao En's forehead, gathered slowly but did not drip.
