In the luxurious and spacious living room, Sun Zhe picked up the scar-removing ointment from the coffee table and walked toward Leng Yueshuang as if treading on thin ice.
To be honest, he really didn't want to interact with this ice queen at all. Whenever he faced Leng Yueshuang, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if an invisible blade was pressed against his neck, ready to take his life at any moment. This feeling made him deeply uncomfortable, yet he was helpless.
Leng Yueshuang glanced at the ointment in Sun Zhe's hand, her expression showing undisguised disdain. The ointment was a dark, murky paste, and it was sloppily packaged in an old mineral water bottle. It looked utterly cheap.
"Can this really remove scars?"
Sun Zhe nodded and said confidently, "Of course. You'll know once you try it."
"That's true," Leng Yueshuang said coolly. "After all, you did pledge one of your eyeballs to me. I doubt you'd dare to lie."
