At some point, Xie Changcheng's gaze had already drifted between the two of them and then discovered that he couldn't seem to fit into the wave length they were harmonizing on.
Similarly, standing outside the door leaning against the wall was the tall and handsome Yao Ziye. His enchanting eyes narrowed repeatedly: a strong girl, an odd memory boy, two weirdos, saying they don't match is really difficult.
The tall handsome man noticed his face was a bit gloomy, and said softly, "Sir, did Teacher Li not bandage your injured leg well?"
Having been taught by a medical university professor, Li Hanxiao's bandaging skills were considered first-class. But at this moment, the Lord suddenly felt unhappy and snorted: "Of course not."
"Don't blame Teacher Li too much. She's not a doctor, not a nurse, just a teacher." The tall handsome man suddenly acted as a peacemaker.
The Lord's gaze swept over him dangerously: "What do you mean with that insinuation?"
