Su Xiaoyue was sitting on the couch, and even after Fan Shaoming arrived, he still helped her apply medicine to the scars on her feet.
Actually, she always carried medicine with her, and when Fan Shaoming was helping her apply it, she suddenly chose one from the pile of ointments Bai Qi had given her to use. Fan Shaoming was somewhat surprised, but in the end, he said nothing.
"Principal Zhou, you're here,"
Su Xiaoyue's mood had long since recovered, and at this moment, she still appeared as gentle and polite as ever, with a touch of shrewdness and competence in her suited attire. Even though her appearance hadn't changed, she still gave off the illusion that she had changed a lot.
She became more beautiful.
She became more confident.
