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In the hospital, after Xie Lin finished treating Han Yixiao's wound, he prescribed some medication and repeatedly admonished her to remember to apply it morning and night, otherwise it would leave scars.
Han Yixiao kept nodding, looking like she took the instructions to heart.
After leaving Xie Lin's place, once back in the car, it was almost five o'clock. Zhang Te turned his head to look at Han Yixiao. Before he could ask her, "Shall I drop you back at school?" Han Yixiao held up her phone and extended it towards him: "Please don't tell grandma, she'll worry."
Seeing that Zhang Te didn't immediately agree, Han Yixiao hugged her phone and quickly tapped on it a few more times: "Please, I beg you, please please please..." followed by a string of "hands pressed together" emojis.
Zhang Te, for some reason, smiled at that row of "hands pressed together" emojis, "Alright, I got it, I won't tell the lady."
