Gong Ou’s throat tightened as he coldly said, “Who brought along the medicine box?”
“Follow me.”
Gong Ou said indifferently.
Shi Xiaonian carried medicine box and sat down beside him. She took out a bottle of alcohol and medicine, opened the cap, and a pungent smell drifted out.
She picked up the tweezers, picked up the cotton wool and carefully wiped his wound. “Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
Shi Xiaonian looked up at him. His face was right in front of her, and she could feel his breath on her.
“Weren’t you thinking only about that Gong Ou in the past, how he repeatedly treated me coldly, how is he even going to bandage my wounds?” Gong Ou asked, staring at her with his black eyes.
Gong Ou took his phone and glanced at it, and his face immediately sank.
Shi Xiaonian lowered her eyes and said indifferently, “It’s bandaged.”
“You aren’t even willing to talk to me anymore?”
Gong Ou’s voice suddenly turned cold.
Shi Xiaonian looked at him in disbelief, she never expected him to say such a thing.
“Did Mo Nuo tell you these words? She told you, how weak were you in the past?” Shi Xiaonian suddenly realized if Mo Nuo had done something, “Gong Ou, it’s not like that. You shouldn’t have looked for Mo Nuo to treat his sickness.”
“No matter if it’s the old Gong Ou or the current Gong Ou, they both agree that the old Gong Ou … No, he should disappear. ” Gong Ou said coldly.
He was so calm that he didn’t have a shred of emotion.