Ling Chuan didn't want to continue this topic.
Every time he thought about it, he was filled with hatred.
Yes, why couldn't he let her go?
This woman was so heartless!
He should have ignored her a long time ago!
Ling Chuan picked up the ointment An Ziqing had placed on the bedside, glanced at it, and sat up.
He squeezed a little and applied it to his face.
"The secret injury medicine from the Yak Family on Denmark's Greenland Island, how did you get it?" Ling Chuan said casually, playing with the ointment in his hand.
"Mo Wei gave it to me; I heard it works well. See for yourself if you don't believe it."
"Of course I believe it. Once applied, even the deepest wounds can heal, but unfortunately, some wounds can't be healed no matter how much you apply," Ling Chuan said meaningfully.
An Ziqing looked down at her toes, as if she didn't understand what he was implying, "That's really great. You care so much about your face; just apply it a few more times, and it will be fine."
