In the evening, Zhang Minghui returned home, and Jing Xiaocha noticed new injuries on his body again.
Zhang Minghui didn't mention it, and neither did she ask.
"Auntie, I'll go do my homework first."
After dinner, Zhang Minghui didn't wait for Jing Xiaocha's instructions and went to the desk on the balcony to do his homework.
"Don't hurry to do your homework yet, let me apply some medicine on your hand again. It's summer, easy to get infected."
Zhang Minghui looked down at his hand, "It's okay, I'll do my homework first and apply medicine later."
"Are you going to the pharmaceutical factory tomorrow?"
After Zhang Minghui finished his homework, Jing Xiaocha asked him while applying the ointment.
Zhang Minghui shook his head, "I'm not going to the pharmaceutical factory tomorrow, Mo Ziye is taking me to the racetrack."
"Oh."
Jing Xiaocha replied softly, without saying more.
