Huangfu Miaomiao quickly crawled over, wanting to find a crack to squeeze into the office through.
But the outer window was sealed too tightly. She searched for ages without finding a single gap. Fortunately, the office curtains were not fully drawn, so she could see a little by pressing against the glass.
She could see Fan Ze's broad back and half of Bai Lu's body. Fan Ze was standing, while Bai Lu sat on a sofa.
The two were speaking quietly in the office.
Pressed against the window, Huangfu Miaomiao heard Fan Ze say, "When I looked in the mirror while washing up just now, I noticed a scrape on my finger. But I don't remember where I got it..."
Bai Lu rose from the sofa. Her airy gauze dress swept past Huangfu Miaomiao's eyes and disappeared from view.
Huangfu Miaomiao heard her say, "Be more careful next time. It's only a minor injury, but if you leave it alone, the wound could get worse."
Then Huangfu Miaomiao heard a drawer open and close. Bai Lu returned with a band-aid in her hand.
"Use a band-aid for now. If the wound gets bigger, go to the Medical Department." Bai Lu gently applied the band-aid to Fan Ze's finger. "All right, go back and rest."
Fan Ze fell silent for a moment before saying, "You should get some rest too."
Huangfu Miaomiao thought the two of them were disgustingly mushy. Such a tiny injury, and they were already acting all lovey-dovey. They were nothing compared to Feng Ling. Back when Feng Ling fought the Queen Mother of the West, half her body had been torn apart, yet she had not cried out in pain once.
Huangfu Miaomiao deeply despised Bai Lu and Fan Ze's behavior. She watched from outside the window