Jun Mochan looked at her coolly, and said three very firm words: "I'll help you."
Ye Ranran: "..." Even with eating?
After selecting her hands, Jun Mochan was about to put away the first aid kit, Ye Ranran lifted her foot: "And this."
Jun Mochan held her ankle and lowered his gaze slightly to see the bloody mess.
Her foot was injured more seriously than her hand.
When she ran over, Ye Ranran didn't look at the road at all.
"You actually didn't wear shoes." Jun Mochan said, word by word.
With a strong tone of gritting his teeth.
Ye Ranran lowered her head and obediently took the scolding.
"Why don't you say anything?" Jun Mochan lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
Ye Ranran pursed her lips: "What should I say, if you insist that I admit my mistake, then I will."
"I was wrong." Ye Ranran admitted her mistake obediently just like a primary school student.