Rong Yan took the medical kit, found the ointment for bruises, and picked up Little Baby. Lifting his shirt, sure enough, there was a large bruise on his left waist.
The bruise had congealed blood under the skin, looking quite alarming.
Rong Yan's heart suddenly tightened, and her mood, which had been relatively calm, plummeted abruptly—she was angry.
She lightly touched the little one's waist with her fingertip and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Little Baby took a sharp breath, his features scrunching up, but he still forced himself to say, "It doesn't hurt."
Rong Yan didn't believe him!
She picked up the ointment, had Li Shengxiao hold him, squeezed out the white ointment, and carefully applied it bit by bit to the bruise on his waist.
