Mi Zhenchuan sucked in a sharp breath. "Miss, you really..."
Wei Tongyou glared at him, her sanpaku eyes fierce. "Can't you see how I'm dressed? Don't call me 'Miss.' Call me 'Sir'!"
Mo Lingling quietly turned her head and saw Wei Tongyou, clad head-to-toe in the uniform of the Black-clothed Guards, standing together with Duan Mingfeng. They looked like a perfect match.
Mi Zhenchuan hadn't just brought golden sore medicine; he also had the medical hall's burn ointment.
He walked back to Mo Lingling's table and said, "Little Mo, put some of this on, or it'll blister. It's all my fault for pouring you that hot water."
Seeing Manager Mi blaming himself, Mo Lingling said, "It's alright. I was just being careless."
As Wei Tongyou applied her medicine, her gaze shifted between the two of them. When she turned her head again, she saw that Duan Mingfeng had already started to walk away.
