"You idiot, why haven't you said anything, why didn't you recognize me, are you a fool?" He rushed up anxiously, knelt in front of her, and when he looked down at her soft arm, now swollen and twisted at the wrist, his heart tightened with sharp pain, full of distress.
"Let me take a look, I'll help you with it first."
He carefully lifted her injured wrist, intending to treat her injury.
But she angrily shook him off, unwilling to accept his help.
"I don't need you to take care of it." Yiyi was both angry and aggrieved, her mind filled with fury, her reddened eyes glaring at him, "I should thank Young Master Helian for your restraint in not crushing my hand. How dare I trouble you with treatment, I'm afraid I might accidentally anger you again, who knows what might happen then."
Ling Kong's breath caught, his brow furrowing, her willful and explosive sarcasm made him feel uncomfortable.
