In the room, Feng Ling was helping Yeh Huang clean his wound and replace the bandages... Just halfway through, a small head peeked from behind the door, looking around, and it was the restless Long Linger.
Yeh Huang glanced at her, "What are you doing standing at the door?"
Long Linger simply pushed open the door, giggling, "Uncle, um... are you guys thirsty? I'll brew a pot of tea for you."
Yeh Huang's face turned green upon hearing this; the girl had been hovering at the door for so long, and that's what she asked.
At that moment, Feng Ling spoke up, "Sister, why don't you go out and play for a while! You're distracting me, and I can't concentrate on the bandaging!"
"Uncle, I'm not doing anything, I'm just watching..."
"Go out!" Yeh Huang's tone carried no warmth, and Long Linger felt even more disappointed and hurt after hearing this; it's only been a few days since knowing Feng Ling, and he was already siding with her. Angry, angry, very angry.
