"But I genuinely only care about you! I'm only thinking of you!" Saying this, she let go of Mu Beiting's big hand, snuggling up to his arm with a bright smile and resting her head on it.
Mu Beiting's tense facial lines gradually softened. He instructed the butler to fetch the medication while pulling her to sit on the living room sofa.
"Sir, this is the bruise ointment Mr. Pete bought last time. Luckily, I've kept it handy!" Saying this, the butler crouched down, ready to apply the ointment on Ye Anxin.
However, before he could even touch Ye Anxin, the ointment in his hand vanished into thin air.
The butler was stunned, his hand suspended awkwardly in mid-air.
Mu Beiting pressed his lips together in silence, squeezing out the ointment and gently applying it on Ye Anxin's bruised wrist.
