Li Haidong, having been chased out by Wei Lan, slunk back toward his own room.
As he approached his room, he saw Lu Yujing standing at the door holding a suitcase.
"Xiao Lu, is there something you need?" Li Haidong greeted her, but his tone had gained a tinge of distance. Tonight's events had subtly shifted his attitude toward Lu Yujing.
It wasn't exactly dislike, but he felt that the once-simple child in his memory had suddenly become worldly and opportunistic.
Lu Yujing's lips curved slightly into the kind of obedient smile adored by elders, as she handed the medical kit in her hands to Li Haidong: "Uncle, I specifically asked the production team for these basic supplies. You have some minor injuries; it's better to treat them in time."
Li Haidong shook his head: "Xiao Lu, I appreciate it, but I already took care of it briefly in the car on the way back. As for the medical kit, I'll trouble you to return it. It's getting late—you should rest soon as well."
"But…"
