As he was about to get back into the car, Mu Feichi saw a brown medicine bottle with a sticky note attached on the driver's seat.
"Medicine for bruises. Just rub it in."
The handwriting was neat and strong and demonstrated the earnestness of the writer.
Mu Feichi shook the bottle in his hand, and he couldn't help but smile. There was a hint of tenderness on his cold yet handsome face.
Back at the Mu family mansion...as soon as Feng Rui and Qi Yuan had heard the news about what had occurred at the foot of the mountain, they'd hurried back from training in the forest.
Han Wanling, that brazen, foolish rascal, had actually had the guts to run down to the foot of the mountain and cause trouble. It seemed as if she wasn't going to shed tears until she saw her coffin.
"Boss, do you need me to take care of the Han family?"
Upon seeing Young Marshal Mu get out of the car with a gloomy expression, Qi Yuan asked nervously.