Ye Chen shook his head: "How could that be? By the way, is your hand okay?"
Tang Xiaofei shook her head: "It's fine."
Ye Chen saw a trace of blood on Tang Xiaofei's hand and immediately blamed her: "You say it's fine, but look, it's bleeding."
As he said this, Ye Chen hurriedly asked: "Do you have band-aids at home?"
"Yes."
Ye Chen found the medicine box and helped Tang Xiaofei wrap up her hand.
"You, how can you be so careless?" Ye Chen scolded.
Tang Xiaofei's face blushed: "I just slipped my hand, so..."
Actually, the reason Tang Xiaofei dropped the plate was because she was thinking entirely about Ye Chen.
That's why she dropped the plate.
But how could she tell Ye Chen about this?
"It's okay, you rest for a while, I'll wash the dishes." Ye Chen comforted.
Tang Xiaofei's face turned completely red.
Her fondness for Ye Chen grew even deeper.
This man is just too wonderful, he's handsome, wealthy, cooks delicious meals, and is so considerate—he's just perfect.
