Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't stand on ceremony as she handed the two big bags she was carrying directly to Wan Chu'er, then poked at the green and red area around her eyes, laughing, "It looks good."
Wan Chu'er: "..."
Studying art, aesthetics indeed differed from ordinary people.
Jiang Xiaoxiao said, "My brother just called me and mentioned that you got into a fight with some thugs last night, and your injury was not minor. He guessed you wouldn't be able to go out today, so he asked me to buy you some food."
Jiang Kechu, always a good guy, cold on the outside, warm on the inside, Wan Chu'er sighed in her heart.
She cheered up and smiled, "Thank you, I'm actually feeling much better now."
Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the bruises on her face, clucking her tongue twice, "It doesn't look too good to me, no wonder my brother is worried about you." Then her tone changed, and she asked with a grin, "Come on, tell me how you ended up fighting with those thugs, my brother didn't tell me."
