Song Yan Ning glanced at Lin Jun's neck, where there was a cut of about three to four centimeters that was slightly bleeding, she took out a box of ointment and handed it to Lin Xiu, "Apply this on him and it won't hurt anymore."
"Thank you!" Lin Xiu gratefully accepted the ointment.
Song Yan Ning shook her head and smiled, "Sister Lin, you don't have to be so polite with me."
Lin Xiu opened the ointment, dipped some out, and carefully applied it to Lin Jun's neck.
"Mom, this feels cool, really comfortable," Lin Jun said, contentedly squinting his eyes.
A middle-aged woman stepped forward and snatched the ointment from Lin Xiu's hands, "Put some on my son as well."
"Give the medicine back to me," Lin Xiu hurriedly reached out to grab it. How could this person be so shameless?
The middle-aged woman stretched out her chubby hand and pushed Lin Xiu aside, "Get lost!"
Lin Xiu staggered back several steps, her body reeling backwards.
