Zhang Feng was immediately unhappy when he saw this. He hurriedly picked up the bottle and at the same time, he also turned Han Yuanjun's face toward him.
He opened the bottle and sucked up some of it with a dropper, then dropped it onto his index finger before rubbing it gently onto Han Yuanjun's face. "Third Brother, don't think that just because you're a man, you don't have to care about your appearance. Sister-in-law likes handsome faces. Once she wakes up and sees the scar on your face, won't she divorce you later?"
Han Yuanjun pushed Zhang Feng away without any hesitation. "Who divorced who?!"
Zhang Feng immediately returned with a sly smile. "Aiya, I don't mean that, can you please not move?"
Hearing Zhang Feng's words, Han Yuanjun sat there obediently. His wound was being treated by Zhang Feng, meanwhile, his eyes were fixed on Liang Zixuan who was lying on the sickbed.
