Bringing Yu Chaoyi to a private room at the front, that young boss was still lingering behind, ready to serve at any moment.
Su Tingyan examined Yu Chaoyi's hand, then looked up, "Where is your first-aid kit?"
"Ah, right, I'll get it immediately."
The medical kit was brought over, and Su Tingyan began applying medicine to her, and as she did, Yu Chaoyi was still in pain.
Su Tingyan said, "Now you feel the pain? Why didn't you give him a good beating when he had you do the laundry?"
"I...
Yu Chaoyi lifted her head and glanced at the young boss on the side.
The young boss looked embarrassed, "No, it's just doing some laundry, it's just tiring..."
"Look at her hand, you call this 'just tiring'? "
The young boss also took a look.
Her hand had swollen up like a carrot, indeed looking pretty scary.
He became even more embarrassed, "How would I know, how could washing clothes make the hand turn out like this, you tell me..."
