Yang Qian pressed her lips together, her smile was beaming with happiness, almost as if her heart was blooming with joy.
But she held back, keeping her heart from bursting with delight, maintaining a faint, subtle smile on the surface, looking every bit like a proper lady.
So she thought for a long while, her gaze landing on her hand that had been scalded red, trying to find something to say: "Actually, this injury on my hand isn't serious. It's not really necessary to go to the hospital."
Su Junhao glanced at Yang Qian through the rearview mirror. He didn't have any aversion to this girl, but he didn't have any particular fondness for her either. Well, actually, at this moment, he was still angry with Jian Yanyan, so his mind wasn't on Yang Qian at all. Towards her, he felt nothing, just indifference. Perhaps after taking her to the hospital this time, he might not recognize her next time.
