Qiao Yin ground her teeth in anger.
She finally understood, Lu Lingche needed an outlet for his frustration and he had chosen her as his target!
"My brother hit you, but you hit him back too, right? So, we're even! I've come all this way to bring you medicine, I've done my part with perfect benevolence!"
"Are you blind or are you just pretending to be? Didn't you see me hold back when I hit him? Did he hold back when he hit me? If I had really hit him, would he even be alive now?"
At this, Qiao Yin had nothing to say.
Others might not know how strong Lu Lingche is, but she did.
He is a trained fighter and a champion at that. If he hadn't held back, Qiao Jiasen would have been far more injured.
She walked back furiously, threw the medical box onto the tea table, then opened it, took out the cotton swab soaked in iodine, and started disinfecting Lu Lingche's face.
As she pressed down hard with the cotton swab, Lu Lingche hissed in pain.