After struggling for a while, Zhou Mingchen had no choice but to let Xia Lu apply ointment to the wound on his back.
Looking at the shocking bruise before her, Xia Lu couldn't help but sigh. No wonder Zhou Mingchen said there was no need for her to apologize to the other party. Although she didn't know the condition of the rice noodle shop owner, judging by his wife's attitude, it likely wasn't more serious than his.
No wonder they didn't pursue the matter after their shop had been smashed. It turned out they had injured someone. Thinking about it this way, everything made sense.
Finally, after applying the ointment, Xia Lu helped him pull down his clothes, "Are there any other injuries?"
"No more."
"Really no more?" Xia Lu was somewhat skeptical, fearing he would not tell the truth again, perhaps for the sake of so-called male pride.
She really couldn't understand how keeping one's injuries secret amounted to any kind of male dignity. This must be the strange thinking of men.
