Zhang Lingying gritted her teeth and reached out to open the door.
She originally thought that upon seeing Lu Jing, she would be unable to resist cursing him out loudly.
But when she really saw him curled up in a ball, leaning against her door, with injuries on his face, she couldn't bring herself to say the words stuck in her throat.
Hearing the door open, Lu Jing seemed surprised as well. It took him two seconds before he looked up at her.
His voice was a bit hoarse: "Did I disturb you?"
Zhang Lingying: "..."
She was used to seeing him spirited and rebellious, but seeing him so pitiful and cautious all of a sudden, she couldn't help but press her lips together in discomfort.
She shifted her body slightly to the side.
"Let me be clear, I really don't know how to treat wounds. The most I can do is let you into my home and get a first aid kit for you. You'll have to deal with the injuries on your face yourself."
