Jiang Mi's pupils constricted when she saw the man's gloomy and terrifying expression.
The man's aura was too strong, especially after he was angry. There was a sense of intimidation and oppression.
Jiang Mi broke free from the man and lowered her eyes, not daring to look into his eyes.
"Hurry up and get someone to bandage your wound."
Before she could finish, her wrist was grabbed by the man and he pulled her in front of him.
"Help me bandage it."
"I won't."
Zhou Heng's eyes were sharp." Jiang Mi, you used to know everything. Treating wounds was a piece of cake for you!"
Zhou Heng asked the butler to bring the medicine box in.
Jiang Mi looked at the man who was standing still and letting the blood flow down his head. She bit her lower lip and said," Sit down. I'll try to bandage your wound.""
Zhou Heng sat on the chair.
Jiang Mi looked at the wound on his head. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and did not need stitches.