The car finally drove into a local inn renowned for the best sanitary environment. It was nestled by a valley creek, amidst bamboo forests, featuring a two-story courtyard in the style of ancient traditional buildings.
She stepped out of the car. The bodyguards had found the best possible accommodation in town for the young masters, who were accustomed to luxury; everything had been replaced with new stock overnight.
"Miss Shen is also here; she wasn't sent back to Shanghai."
Zhou Luchen strode in, just stepping into the courtyard, when he happened to see Shen Jing applying medicine. Sitting at a round stone table, her brow furrowed, she gently blew on the wound on her arm. The arm that should have been fair and smooth was now marred with several scars, some areas still showing poorly treated, lingering bruises.
When Shen Jing noticed his presence, she immediately panicked, scrambling to pack up the medicine before standing up.
