Suddenly, a pair of large hands reached over to take her cotton swab away. As Lan Xin Ai turned back, she froze at the sight of Gong Yao: "Aren't you supposed to accompany your wife."
"Did your hand get hurt?" Gong Yao's gaze fell on her scratched palm, where a large area was red and swollen. He did not expect Gong Roujia to be so cruel.
"I'm fine." Lan Xin Ai took a gauze from the side to dress the wound. Her gaze shifted to the woman standing behind Gong Yao.
The woman in front of her was the same woman who had just hit her.
Seeing the strange look in Lan Xin Ai's eyes, Gong Yao turned his head, his eyes growing cold: "What are you doing here."
"I came to apologize to the nurse. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it." Gong Roujia's face was still swollen, and she stepped forward, took Lan Xin Ai's hand, staring at the red swollen area, her eyes full of remorse.
"I'm sorry, I lost control just now. Can you forgive me?