Meanwhile, Wen Yunfang was also in the hospital. She was roaring furiously at the doctors because the wounds on her face had gotten worse. She had smashed the mirror at home and all the things in the hospital that could reflect her appearance, such as water cups, glass windows, and so on.
She loved her beauty, so that was undoubtedly a torture that was worse than death.
Jiang Yao pulled Lu Xingzhi back to the room and pretended that she knew nothing about the uproar outside.
After closing the door, Lu Xingzhi asked, "You did that?"
"Yes!"
Jiang Yao nodded. "It's a modified medicinal powder that I developed. It's very useful."
Lu Xingzhi patted Jiang Yao's head. He did not say anything, but a glint flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Yao could tell that that guy was up to no good just by looking at him.
"What are you thinking about?"