When the ointment was applied to her fingers, Su Ningyan couldn't help but flinch. The fingers are connected to the heart, and the ache from the trampling was expected.
Zhuo Junyue's face turned darker, wishing he could hack those journalists into pieces.
The most detestable was Xu Yingxue. If it weren't for his grandmother, would he have easily let her off for the incident at the hotel last time?
This time, he would absolutely not let her off lightly.
Because the person she hurt was his most cherished one.
It took a while to apply the ointment, and Zhuo Junyue picked up another bottle, for her thigh injuries.
Apart from her fingers really aching, they were all minor injuries.
However, seeing the anxious expression on Zhuo Junyue's face, her heart warmed nevertheless.
"That's it. Rest well, and remember to call your brother, he's worried about you."
Su Ningyan nodded, watching him clean up before hurriedly calling Su Shijie.