After dressing Feng Ling's wound, Ji Nuan went to find a black T-shirt of Li Nanheng and helped Feng Ling put it on.
Li Nanheng came in after a while. Seeing that Ji Nuan had already squatted down dressing the wounds on Feng Ling's legs, he raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Miss Ji, that's very thoughtful of you. Sure enough, you're way more useful than before."
Ji Nuan silently rolled her eyes. She guessed that Li Nanheng mocked her because he wanted to dress Feng Ling's wounds himself, but she took the chance away from him.
Suddenly the door was knocked.
Ji Nuan, who has been in a cold war with Mo Jingshen for a long time because of something, suddenly looked at the door with surprise. "Who is it?"
Li Nanheng glanced at her surprised expression. "Don't think too much. I just went out and talked to Mo Jingshen on the phone. He happened to be nearby. Who do you think is the one that came now?"
Ji Nuan: "…?"