C25 You're afraid of me

The wound on his forehead had already been scabbed over, and the congealed blood stains looked somewhat terrified. On the other hand, Jiang Siming was unperturbed as he took out an alcohol cotton swab and cleaned it.

"Hiss …"

Yin Jiaren shrank back in pain, but when she saw Jiang Siming's eyes, he could only freeze