Corridor.
Bao Shaojin's tall figure stood at the doorway, his back leaning against the wall. Between his fingers appeared a cigarette at some point, with smoke curling into the air and gradually dispersing into the surroundings. In an instant, the area was filled with the smell of smoke...
From inside the room came the delicate and gentle sounds of a woman's inhalation, making it easy to guess that Aunt Zhang was applying medicine to her.
After half an hour, the door was opened from the inside.
Aunt Zhang came out first, and when she caught a glimpse of the Eldest Young Master's figure, she paused slightly, then began to report on the injuries on the young girl's body one by one.
After listening, Bao Shaojin's frown deepened.
An Yin stood properly behind Aunt Zhang, not daring to raise her head to see the man's reaction.
"Got it." After Aunt Zhang's report, Bao Shaojin only uttered a few words.
