After buying the ointment, Mia Sutton handed it to Holly Sutton: "Apply it, or you'll say I hurt your precious hand again."
Holly Sutton took it, casually popped it into her pocket, and said indifferently, "Did I ever say that?"
Mia Sutton rolled her eyes slightly.
Before, when she accidentally gave his hand a small cut, she didn't know who complained about that easily-healable wound for several days.
Even said that she ruined the hand holding the surgical knife.
Mia Sutton: "..."
Made her do laundry for a week, and there were countless similar incidents that she was embarrassed to count one by one.
Having just put away the ointment, Holly Sutton was in a much better mood, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel.
"How long have you known him?"
Mia Sutton blinked and spoke without thinking: "About half a year."
