In the infirmary, Mu Yan took off her shoes. Her right ankle was bruised, and her entire foot was swollen like a bear's paw, the fair skin tinged with purple, looking quite unsightly.
Jiang Jingheng held some medicinal wine, applying it on her under the doctor's guidance.
Mu Yan pressed her lips together. Though it hurt badly, she endured it, her gaze fixed on the man beside her.
Anyone could sense the low pressure around him; he was really angry.
It wasn't long before the medicinal wine was applied, but there was no way she could wear shoes.
Jiang Jingheng carried her out of the hospital, heading straight to the parking lot.
On the way, everyone saw a handsome and dashing man carrying a woman in his arms. Unfortunately, the woman's face was obscured by his suit, but just from her figure, one could vaguely tell she should be quite beautiful.
