Shen Zhaoli looked at Wen Jiao's slender ankle wrapped in bandages, his lips slightly raised, smiling, "Why do you look like a rice dumpling?"
Wen Jiao really wanted to lift her foot and kick Shen Zhaoli.
But considering she was currently a patient and didn't want to aggravate her injury, she swallowed her anger and said, "Do you have no manners?"
"Seeing you like this, you can't soak in the hot spring either. Let's just stay in the room," Shen Zhaoli said as he walked towards the TV, bending down at the TV cabinet, seemingly looking for something.
Wen Jiao curiously asked, "What are you looking for?"
"Discs."
"No way, who still watches discs these days?" Wen Jiao was a bit surprised, "Are you sure there are any?"
"My brother stockpiled a lot of out-of-print movies for Bian Yue. Bian Yue likes to watch them," Shen Zhaoli said, pausing in his actions and indeed pulling out a few discs, "Want to watch?"
