With Yan Xiaye's words, the simple treatment could continue.
Feeling the cool ointment being applied to the wound, Yan Xiaye sighed in relief, feeling that the pain had indeed become much more bearable.
"Xiaye, Jingyi was in the wrong here. I'll give you a proper explanation," Qin Jingyi admitted.
Being called 'Dad' by Yan Xiaye only added to his shame. Old Master Qin was distressed and felt helpless, fearing that Xiaye might feel aggrieved.
"It's okay, Qin Jingyi was unwell and in a bad mood, I can understand that." Accompanied by a forced smile, Yan Xiaye was aware her words were hypocritical.
As she got up to leave the sofa, she smiled politely and thanked the family physician then nodded to Old Master Qin: "You must be busy, I'll go back and rest."
Outside the living room, her personal maids had been waiting for a long time.
