Huo Mian was quite confident in dealing with someone as stupid as Zhao Qingya.
Sure enough, at her urging, Zhao Qingya ran out with the bag of powder.
Su Yu was weaker after taking two lashes of the whip.
After Zhao Qingya was gone, Huo Mian took out her medical kit and sterilized the wounds for Su Yu.
Gritting his teeth, Su Yu didn't make a sound even though he was in pain. Instead, he felt warm inside as he watched Huo Mian dress his wounds again, taking care of him.
"Mian, don't mind me…"
"Shut up. Don't pull that bullshit with me…"
When Huo Mian was angry, she could be scary.
Pudding and Little Bean were afraid to see their mother's solemn face.
"I…"
Before he could continue, Huo Mian tightened her grip on his wound.
"Auch…" In pain, Su Yu frowned slightly.
