When it was just Zhou Lu and Su Jian left, the atmosphere inexplicably became awkward.
Zhou Lu didn't look at her. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his white coat and strode past her, "Let's go."
Su Jian bit her lower lip and reluctantly followed him.
Zhou Lu sprayed some disinfectant on his hands and reminded her with a noble and aloof expression, "This may hurt a bit."
Su Jian took a deep breath, "It's okay..."
No sooner had she spoken than she couldn't help but hiss in pain. Zhou Lu, expressionless, disinfected the wound on her neck. His movements were far from gentle. She really wondered if he was doing it on purpose...
"The wound on your cheek is somewhat deep, and it might leave a scar," he said indifferently, very matter-of-factly.
All girls love beauty, and Su Jian was no exception. The mention of a scar naturally worried her a bit.
"Is there any scar ointment you could recommend?" Su Jian asked.