Qin Wenrou and Xu Qinghua were talking back and forth.
It seemed that only this could calm their shock: while they were still worrying anxiously, racking their brains over an exam, a competition, or a conversion quota, that ugly duckling had already managed to perform an on-site rescue.
Although both of them covered their shock with disdainful sneers, the faint unease and fear, the huge gap and disparity laid before them, couldn't be concealed and surfaced.
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School hospital.
Qin Xin sat by the bedside, holding the little girl's hand.
"Auntie, will I be disfigured?" The little girl touched the bandage on her neck.
Qin Xin couldn't help but smile: "No. I have the best scar ointment, you'll be back to normal in just a week."
Such a little girl, yet so vain.
The little girl was a bit skeptical, her big eyes rolling, pointing at Qin Xin's forehead: "But Auntie, your own scar hasn't healed."
Qin Xin rubbed her forehead.
Uh...
