Jiang Jingheng cautiously held the ice pack near her face.
Mu Yan couldn't help but cry out in pain, "Hiss..."
"Does it hurt a lot?" Jiang Jingheng frowned.
"No." Mu Yan said softly.
"You'll get used to it." Jiang Jingheng continued to apply the ice pack to her face.
Mu Yan looked at the gentle and thoughtful man in front of her and suddenly said, "Thank you."
"Hmm?" Jiang Jingheng glanced at her.
"Thank you for standing up for me." Mu Yan replied.
Jiang Jingheng's face slightly darkened, "She's ill-intentioned, and you just stood there letting her hit you?"
"What else could I do? We were filming at the time, should I have hit her back?" Mu Yan laughed.
If it were in private, she definitely wouldn't have let Wu Shi Yi off.
Wu Shi Yi probably chose such a moment on purpose, knowing Mu Yan couldn't retaliate.
"Seems like I'm still somewhat useful." Jiang Jingheng's lips curled up slightly.
Mu Yan pursed her lips, indeed he was.
