"Xiaoliang!"
Chu Ye's voice instantly caught Liang Zhiqiong's attention.
Just about to nod, Liang Zhiqiong snapped back to reality, then quickly stepped back.
Peng Yuqiu paused, withdrawing his gaze.
Turning around, he saw Chu Ye darting over like a monkey, holding medicine and bandages in his hand.
"Yuqiu bro!"
As he got closer, Chu Ye greeted Peng Yuqiu with a smile.
Then, his attention shifted to Liang Zhiqiong.
"Xiaoliang, I heard your hand got injured, so I brought some medicine over." Chu Ye waved the medicine in his hand and then asked Liang Zhiqiong, "How's the injury, is it serious?"
"It's okay."
Liang Zhiqiong suspiciously stared at him, feeling a bit wary.
If it wasn't for her yesterday, this person wouldn't have been punished with three times the training load.
—Who knows, maybe his medicine is just chili water?
After all, not many people respond to grievance with kindness.
"You haven't applied any medicine yet, right? Let me take a look."
