Natasha wanted to use some solution to clean his wounds, but Dongye just coldly said, "Get out."
"Young master!"
"Get out!" Dongye roared angrily.
Natasha was frightened. Ever since the young master came back, his temper had become worse.
"How can you flare up when you're just recovering!" Flore walked in from the doorway.
Dongye Runyi turned his head to glance at her, his gaze indifferent.
"Miss Flora!" Natasha seemed happy to see Flore.
Flore took the towel from her hand and gestured for her to leave.
Natasha bowed and walked out.
Flore pulled Dongye to sit on a chair by the side, facing the full-length window.
Flore said, "If you want to enjoy the view, just sit and watch, but your wounds still need cleaning! Although it's healed, it looks terrible with scars!"
"I don't mind," Dongye said indifferently.
