But even then, he hadn’t dared to use his full strength.
Who’d have thought that he still managed to leave such horrifying bruises on her wrists?
Shi Xiaoya tightened her lips on hearing Han Zhuoling’s words. Don’t you know how I got them?
She saw Han Zhuoling frowning after that thought flashed in her mind, his expression becoming all the more severe.
Han Zhuoling turned to the director. “Where’s the medical team?”
There might be some unexpected injuries when filming such outdoor programs.
Hence, to protect the MCs’ safety, the production team especially prepared a medical team on standby to provide firsthand medical treatment should the MCs hurt themselves.
The director was shocked by Han Zhuoling’s sharp gaze, his mind in shambles before he stammered robotically, “Ov-over there…”
“What are you waiting for?” Han Zhuoling ordered.
A doctor from the medical team ran over, dazed. “What… What is it?”
“Do you have ointment?” Han Zhuoling showed Shi Xiaoya’s wrist. “Apply some for her.”
The doctor finally understood and thought, Damn, why was I so obedient?
I came the moment he asked me to!
Director: Damn, why was I so obedient, to reply the moment he asked me?
It was because Han Zhuoling’s aura was too terrifying just now. The director thought that Han Zhuoling was even scarier than their station chief.
The doctor thought that Han Zhuoling was scarier than their hospital director.
Hence, both of them had subconsciously obeyed his commands.
“Y-Yes!” the doctor stammered out quickly.
Han Zhuoling’s face was so steely that it was terrifying; the doctor didn’t even dare to say anything different.
The doctor went for his first-aid kit hurriedly.
“I’m fine,” Shi Xiaoya said coolly, moving to remove herself from his grip.
But Han Zhuoling didn’t relent, and Shi Xiaoya frowned in annoyance. “Release me!”
Han Zhuoling had put on a severe face for the doctor and director, but he instantly turned soft and gentle when speaking to Shi Xiaoya. “I’ll release you after you’ve put on some ointment.”
He didn’t sound very gentle, probably because he never had any experience being gentle. His expression was especially stiff.
But it was still way softer compared to when he was dealing with the doctor and the PD.
“Who puts ointment when it’s just a bit of a bruise?” Shi Xiaoya said in a steely manner; it’s not like she was made of glass.
“I don’t care about others.” Han Zhuoling tightened his lips. “But I care about here and now.”
“So everything should be as what you, the great Young Master Han, says?” Shi Xiaoya looked at him mockingly, just like when he said she was there to seduce him, when he implied that she’d used underhanded means to achieve what she did today.
Han Zhuoling: “…”
His words caught in his throat, pressing upon him and choking him.
This lass apparently has a sharp and unrelenting tongue.
The PD looked at them back-and-forth with a dazed expression, his mind coming up with all sorts of comments.
Damn, what’s with these two?
Why do they look like there’s something going on between them?
The director’s eyes shone like a hunter’s, delighted with the gossip, looking rapidly from one face to the next.
Han Zhuoling gave up speaking. He held on to Shi Xiaoya’s arm and took the ointment from the doctor before squeezing it onto her wrist.
Doctor: “…”
He’s not needed?
“I’ll do it myself,” Shi Xiaoya clipped.
But Han Zhuoling ignored her, continuing to spread the ointment while showing that serious expression of his.
