In the living room.
Gu Moqian methodically took out disinfectant cotton swabs and alcohol from the medical kit.
Although he had temporarily cleaned Ji Wei's wound with saliva earlier, it was far from the best method. Concerned about potential scarring, he needed to handle it carefully.
Ji Wei obediently extended her arm, watching the man attentively disinfect the wound on her arm. Warmth surged in her heart.
Beside them, Zhu Ming'an stood uneasily, his nerves on edge. Seeing Gu Moqian's seriousness, he didn't dare to speak first, even though the anxiety in his mind felt like ants scurrying in a hot pan.
After Gu Moqian finally finished applying the medication and returned the medical supplies to the kit, Zhu Ming'an couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Mr. Gu, last night's incident wasn't our Zhu Family's idea. As you know, if it hadn't been your mother's instructions, we wouldn't have dared to do such a thing."