"Oh? Aren't you the young man who stopped me yesterday?" Miss Han extended her hand and used a folding fan to lift the guard's chin, blinking her big eyes as she curiously asked, "What happened to you? Why is your nose bruised and swollen?"
Zhao Zun and Ping Chuan were taken aback, covering their faces with one hand and silently turning their heads away.
Although Miss Han had changed her appearance, the gatekeeping guard recognized the gentleman before him by her voice as the beautiful lady he had stopped the day before.
The guard sneaked a glance at Zhao Zun and Ping Chuan, then quickly lowered his head. "It's nothing, miss. I accidentally tripped last night and bumped myself."
"Oh dear! Tsk tsk tsk... You're really unlucky." Miss Han reached into her sleeve, took out a box of ointment from her space watch, and handed it to the guard. "Take it home and apply it yourself; it helps with blood circulation and reduces bruising."
"No need, no need." The guard quickly declined.
