"Oh." Yanyan held the ointment, feeling a bit clueless.
She twisted the cap off the ointment and squeezed some onto her fingertip. Just as she was about to apply it to Yang Qian's wound, Yang Qian suddenly let out a sharp scream, "Ah—"
"It hurts." She bit her lower lip, almost in tears, startling Yanyan. Yanyan stood there holding the ointment, not daring to move.
"I, I can't do it. Maybe, Su Shao, you should apply it instead. I'm scared," Yanyan pouted, looking as if she wouldn't dare to touch it again.
Su Junhao said nothing and continued driving seriously.
Yang Qian bit her lower lip and spoke, "Su Shao, you said before that you would take responsibility for this injury of mine..."
