After a long while, Huo Jingting finally strode back to the bed, reached over to pick up his phone from the nightstand, and dialed Xu Shuo's number.
Once Xu Shuo answered the phone, he directly ordered, "Go buy some ointment and bring it to me."
"Medicine?" Xu Shuo was taken aback and asked puzzledly, "What medicine? Mr. Huo, are you sick?"
"No..." His voice trailed off, he paused for a moment, then continued, "Ointment for abrasions."
After saying that, without waiting for the other person to express further doubts, he cut off the call.
Last night, after he saw the words "extra small" on the box, he lost control of his strength somewhat, and pinned her against the wall, completely venting his frustration.
During that time, he vaguely heard her cry out in pain, but he was devoid of reason then, and didn't take in whatever she said.