Baby Chi sat obediently on the sofa waiting for him.
Li Beijue came over, squatted down directly, opened the medical kit, took out the disinfectant alcohol from inside, and without saying a single unnecessary word, used a cotton swab to treat the cuts on his left leg.
"Hiss—" The alcohol touched the wound, and Baby Chi couldn't help but take a sharp breath, his left leg moving involuntarily.
Li Beijue grabbed his ankle, pulling him to stop him from moving, and looked up, "Don't move!"
After saying that, he tightened his eyebrows and continued to disinfect the cuts on his left leg with alcohol.
Initially, Baby Chi hadn't realized he was injured on the leg; it was only when it hurt that he discovered his left leg was hurt.
However, although he had deliberately knocked over that person's coffee, he hadn't been too close, so the glass shards that rebounded only made a small cut.
