Qiao Chuchu: "..."
Where did the people he called go?
Wang Ziqing came to Qiao Chuchu.
Qiao Chuchu glanced at the white plastic bag in his hand, which had a pharmacy's name printed on it.
Didn't he call for help?
Went to buy medicine?
"Where's the helper you called?" Qiao Chuchu asked.
Wang Ziqing glanced at Qiao Chuchu, sat on the bench, took the items out of the plastic bag, and then grabbed Chuchu's injured hand, disinfecting the wound with alcohol in front of her...
"..."
Qiao Chuchu blinked, looking at Wang Ziqing.
So he went to buy medicine for her.
Qiao Chuchu lightly curled her lips; although he seemed cold and indifferent, he was actually a very warm and attentive man.
Cold on the outside, warm on the inside.
"Gently," Qiao Chuchu said with a frown.
Wang Ziqing gave Qiao Chuchu a glare and increased the force, making Chuchu gasp in pain.
"Do you even know what you're doing?" Qiao Chuchu angrily shouted at Wang Ziqing.
