C177 Bad Things for Me

Zhang Ningning, who was in the room, frowned even more. If she did not do what that bastard did, the wound on her chest would not recover. That would be troublesome.

Did she really need that bastard's help?

Other than myself, no one else had seen my chest before. If this brat really saw it, it would be so embarrassing.

"Alright then. Hurry up and bring the bandage in