Just like that, about three minutes had passed, and Lin Mengyao quickly walked down from the second floor.
In her hands, she still carried a medical kit.
Seeing this, Chen Feng instantly understood everything.
So Miss Lin was going to dress his wound.
Thinking of this, a warm feeling rose in Chen Feng's heart.
Lin Mengyao, carrying the medical kit, walked up to Chen Feng. Seeing him staring at her, she rolled her eyes at Chen Feng and said with a slightly red face,
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not doing this because I care about you! I'm just worried that if you bleed too much, the floor will get dirty later, and then I'll have to clean it. It's very troublesome!"
Although she said this, anyone could see the deep concern in her eyes.
It was just that she, always proud and cold, was unwilling to admit it, so she found such a lame excuse.
Chen Feng knew this too and grinned without saying a word.
