Can't beat them, can't beat them... Boo hoo hoo, where will the face of a monster go? Jin Ji cleared her throat.
Jin Ji cleared her throat, then suddenly turned around and smiled, waving at Huangfu Jun. "Huangfu, the back of your hand is injured. I have some ointment here. Come and apply it."
Huangfu Jun sat still without moving an inch.
She casually pulled a tube of ointment from her bag, her smiling eyes curving as she showed it to Jin Ji, indicating that she had her own ointment and didn't need to trouble her.
Guiche Jun paused his sweeping for a moment.
Jin Ji was never so kind as to offer ointment to others. This move was definitely like a weasel paying respects to a chicken—ill-intentioned.
But he never expected that Xiao Junjun would actually carry swelling-reducing and pain-relieving tincture with her. It was like a random punch defeating a seasoned master.
He stole a glance at Shan Yang. The white-bearded old man appeared to be busy at his computer, but Guiche Jun knew his surprise was no less than his own.
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