C2370 Things Aren't Simple

Leng Shaoheng washed the potatoes, cut them into thin slices, and walked out with them.

He walked to the front of the hospital bed, bent down, and carefully placed Shen Qingqing's hands on the back of her head.

He earnestly and carefully applied the potato slices on the back of his hand.

That look was even more cautious than signing a contract worth hundreds of millions