Qian only saw the young man who looked particularly like her daughter run back, and she was stunned again.
Yu Minglang pulled something out of his pocket and directly stuffed it into her hand. Not waiting for Qian to react, he quickly ran away.
Once Qian came to her senses and looked down, she discovered she was holding a muscle and joint injury patch.
This was... Did he see her get her foot hit?
Qian's heart warmed, and the urge to wash her hands faded instantly. She felt a little bubble of warmth she shouldn't have, and her face grew even hotter.
"This young man is nice, with a sense of righteousness, looks good, and is tall. He seems to be the kind who spoils his wife, much better than that Ni Jianren. What a jerk, he actually ran away!"
Jia Xiufang's voice burst Qian's bubble, and her slightly warmed face instantly cooled down again.
Damn! Casually cozying up to a girl, can't see Yu Minglang is such a flirt, without scruples, without principles. Damn, damn, damn!
